Key - A; Satndard tune, Capo on 2nd
[Intro]
[Chorus]
N.C.
We re on fire, I think
So stop, drop and roll one
Takes one to grow one
Weâre 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.
[Verse 1]
I donât really care how this phony ass fairytale ends
I just hope that we re leaving 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.
[Chorus]
We re on fire, I think
So stop, drop and roll one
Takes one to grow one
Weâre 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.
[Verse 2]
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
Sometimes the drifters are daisies
Sometimes the sane ones are crazies
Oneâs got the Tylenol, one s got the adderall
Oneâs got a drink in her hand.
[Chorus]
We re on fire, I think
So stop, drop and roll one
Takes one to grow one
Weâre 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.
[End]