We're on fire, I think So stop, drop and roll one Takes one to grow one We're one of a kind We're right on the brink Burned out like the prom queen We're all mirrors and smoke rings So stop, drop and roll one I don't really care how this bony ass fairytale ends I just hope that we're leavin' this honky tonk covered in men Sometimes the loud ones are loners Sometimes the rockers are stoners One's got the matches, one's got the lashes One's running her mouth again We're on fire, I think So stop, drop and roll one Takes one to grow one We're one of a kind We're right on the brink Burned out like the prom queen It's all mirrors and smoke rings So stop, drop and roll one Get this thing off of me Where in the hell is my bra? This hurts a lot more than the last time we did Mardi Gras Whut wheew Sometimes the drifters are daisies Sometimes the sane ones are crazies One's got the Tylenol, one's got the Adderall One's got a drink in her hand We're on fire, I think So stop, drop and roll one Takes one to grow one We're one of a kind (We're one of a kind) Yeah, we're right on the brink Burned out like the prom queen It's all mirrors and smoke rings So stop, drop and roll one He he huh he