Blazing Haley Lyrics

I was sippin on my second gold finger
shake it fast and pour it on the rocks
Neighbor busted in started screaming
Shit goddam there's fire in your box
So I slammed that juice and bolted out that bar
Saw a red inferno couldn't tell
Then I saw my 64 Chevy
Tum into a flaming mass of hot-rod hell

Blazing Haley
Should have never burned my house down to the ground
Blazing Haley
Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found

Two days later started dreamin'
Three punks with a can of gasoline
Faces seemed all too familiar
Little posers trying to look mean
The first punk held the matches
Second had a nose ring lived next door
To the third "shut-up boy listen"
"You burned my fucking house time to even up the score"

Blazing Haley
Should have never burned my house down to the ground
Blazing Haley
Poor little arsons sons of bitches they were never found

So if you're one of them crazy little pyros
You suck and you're gonna die
Cuz I just had a chat with the Devil
And he's gonna make sure that you fry

Blazing Haley
Should have never burned my house down to the ground
Blazing Haley
Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found
Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found

Eddie, Joe and Johnny six feet under ground