Let the fire burn
I'm sending smoke signals to the world
If this plane comes crashing down I'll be the first one to jump out
But I'm from Texas get the fuck off my lawn
So why the fuck is the government involved
We got money trees made of Gasoline
So we cut them down
Well everybody welcome to the mile high club
We're going down down down down down
There ain't a chance that I can land this plane
I need more vodka in my coffee cup
We're losing altitude fast and I'm inhaling the fumes
Cutting right through the clouds
Until we run out of booze
Nose diving in the middle of june
We're going down down down down down
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let the fire burn!
