Pyromaniac Cowboy

I lived my life in the boardwalk street

Spending pennies to overdrink

Now I trade my horse for a strage machine

This cannot run like my old christine

I don’t know how I ended up here

But I can tell weird shit I see

Tight up pants n’ monster walls

And this damn good music rock n’ roll

Oh, my

You conquered my heart wit fire, baby

So righ

Your eyes are deadly weapom, honey

So I run to find my dear christine

Kill those mans with gasoline

I trade machine for a fire gun

Thrown the fuel and made it burn