We've got part time jobs and full time addictions Talking 'bout God and his best works of fiction A Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can, kind of Saturday night See this girl walks in with her high heeled shoes Short little skirt and her daddy issues Orders a drink and waits for me to take her home She ain't looking for love, she's just scared to death of being alone So come on, baby, let's burn it down Strike a match, sit back and watch the whole thing come tumbling down Follow me, I can see it's what you want to do 'Cause tonight you're wanting from me what I want from you Bars filling up with the jean jacket hipsters American Spirits and the house brown liquor They may drink cheap because it costs a lot to look so cool You see I'm the kind of boy your momma warned you about Only thing I do well is running my mouth It's getting kinda late and these bands all sound the same So finish your drink babe, 'fore I forget your name So come on, baby, let's burn it down Strike a match, sit back and watch the whole thing come tumbling down Follow me, I see it's what you want to do 'Cause tonight you're wanting from me what I want from you I said you're wanting from me just what I want from you And if you give it to me, baby, I'm gonna give it to you I'm gonna give it to you, baby, I'm gonna give it to you So won't you give it me, darling, before I give it to you?