Black Gasoline (feat. The Beamish Brothers)

You're going out tonight Head full of petrol ready to light, go on With a boom not a flicker You're gonna cross the line Feels so good till you're in the fire woah Another crack in the mirror Feel it take a hold Lost touch and control Hand locked on the trigger Everybody wants a little piece of you Flattery's nothing new Tell me what's true We're burning black gasoline It's taking over but we're lost in the beat Yeah your own worst enemy Like a wildfire in your brain When petrol meets the flame We're burning black gasoline We're burning out We're burning out You're going out in style Arms outstretched up against the sky, no Back to the firing line You couldn't face the heat Eyes shut tight so you lost your feet woah And now you just can't justify Feel it take a hold Lost touch and control Hand locked on the trigger When you need adrenaline to fill your veins What's a little bit of pain Always the same We're burning black gasoline It's taking over but we're lost in the beat Yeah your own worst enemy Like a wildfire in your brain When petrol meets the flame We're burning black gasoline We're burning out We're burning out Yeah your own worst enemy Like a wildfire in your brain When petrol meets the flame And we're burning out Raise a glass to the perfect storm too faded and torn Hooked on the taste of the ash, till we fade to black And we're burning out Raise your glass to the broken walls So tainted and worn We set fire to our house now we're burning out And we're burning out We're burning black gasoline It's taking over but we're lost in the beat Yeah your own worst enemy Like a wildfire in your brain When petrol meets the flame And we're burning out We're burning out Everybody wants a little piece of you Flattery is nothing new Tell me what's true