Firewater

Duration

3:23

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Firewater Verse 1 Pick it up; drain it down Another night; another round Getting rotten; turning mean Eyes a red and glassy sheen Chorus Liquid gold and fire A pixelated wire Firewater's sour squire Corroded, buzzed, distilled, and tired Verse 2 Tipping shots. It's going fast. Bleary days that burn my ass. Boilermakers; spirits high Catch it in the flowing rye (chorus) Verse 3 Lurid living spinning by Plastered by a lunar shine Broken tables; wooden dreams Made up in debauchery (chorus) (space for lead) (chorus) (verse 1) (chorus)