Texty: Bullets And Octane. I Caught Fire.

What happened last night
with that girl Miss Polite
She's insane, she's alright

I can recall, Catholic Girls, alcohol
Do they sin?
Haha, Don't they all?

Well I can't resist, either way she's impressed and concinved, she'll be mine

Well ya crush, and ya burn, and ya live and ya learn
In your dreams
It's my life

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I'm laughing at everyone
Yeah, I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

Cinco de Mayo had the light in a while, well ok, I lied.
Drinks in the car on the way to the bar
We are sin, that we are, yeah yeah.

What's with the kids doing the same old shit
What a waste of life
When I was young, between the fingers and thumb
read between the lines, yeah.

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I'm laughing at everyone
Yeah, I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

Remember yesterday?
Hell sometimes I can't remember my name
You can take a drunken picture of my face baby
But that ain't gonna get you layed.

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I'm laughing at everyone
Burn it, burn it, burn it!!
I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

I caught fire to the red hot sun
Now I'm laughing at everyone
I caught fire like a son of gun
But together we are the one.

And there ain't nothin' that'll change my world

(Thanks to J-Dawg for these lyrics)