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• Artiste: Blazing Haley
• Titre: Blazing Haley
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I was sippin on my second gold finger shake it fast and pour it on the rocks Neighbor busted in started screaming Shit goddam there's fire in your box So I slammed that juice and bolted out that bar Saw a red inferno couldn't tell Then I saw my 64 Chevy Tum into a flaming mass of hot-rod hell Blazing Haley Should have never burned my house down to the ground Blazing Haley Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found Two days later started dreamin' Three punks with a can of gasoline Faces seemed all too familiar Little posers trying to look mean The first punk held the matches Second had a nose ring lived next door To the third "shut-up boy listen" "You burned my fucking house time to even up the score" Blazing Haley Should have never burned my house down to the ground Blazing Haley Poor little arsons sons of bitches they were never found So if you're one of them crazy little pyros You suck and you're gonna die Cuz I just had a chat with the Devil And he's gonna make sure that you fry Blazing Haley Should have never burned my house down to the ground Blazing Haley Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found Eddie, Joe and Johnny six feet under ground