Gasoline | Remix | English

Let's burn it fucking down Yeah Back from the dead to tell you that I'm alive Killed the old way, but I survived Fuck the blueprint, I redesign Death or exile, you decide Tell 'em all that I made my name Tell 'em all that I paved my way Found the fear then went face to face Now it's mine to send up in flames 'Cause this right here is as far as you go This right here is where I lose control This right here is as far as you go Burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck Burn it all down, burn it to the ground Feed the flames, go insane And burn it all down, burn it all down Fuck what they say, fuck everything Light the match, gasoline Kill it all, kill everything And burn it all down, burn it all down Nothing but red inside when I close my eyes Vision built that you can't deny Born and bred to take back what's mine Break or bow down, you decide Tell 'em all that you can't be saved Tell 'em all that you dug this grave Learn to live in this mess you made Now it's mine to send up in flames 'Cause this right here is as far as you go This right here is the end of the road This right here is as far as you go So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck Burn it all down, burn it to the ground Feed the flames, go insane And burn it all down, burn it all down The time is up, there's no return Fuck them all, watch them burn Yeah, 'cause I don't give a fuck Fuck what they say, fuck everything Light the match, gasoline Kill it all, kill everything And burn it all down, burn it all down

I don't mind work and I love to fish I been known as a son of a bitch When life gets tough I roll my sleeves up Yeah, I get it done it's always enough I toil real hard with nothing to show I owe it all to the savings and loan So break our backs and make us slaves All for the love of the USA Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Ain't nothing much to do in this town The industry's gone and the mill has closed down And up on the hill lives a Jezebel She's got some sin and some pills to sell So no need to lie with your opium eyes When you got a script there's no need to hide Bitch and moan and dance in the street We would rather have bombs then food to eat Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline And you think that you're really gonna make a change Maybe you and I are the ones to blame Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline