Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to

Collapsing upon myself The light burned out so very It's plain to see So watch as I spiral down Collide and crash into the Broken world So long ago (so long ago) I am but a fragment

The ring of fire And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down and the flames went higher Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire The

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return And we can listen to it burn Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright And I'll make love to you while it's burnin

It's sorrow that feeds your lies Hatred fuels my blood I'll burn ya down (You can't help me) One king to watch the horsemen fall I'll fight 'til the end (I won't help you) Now I can understand I can't trust anyone (Witness and see it in my eyes)

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

We're broken people now We're burning out So cold I'm bleeding now now now Gonna let you down Yes I've been through it They know I do it for the people I'm fighting so we be equal For my son and my sequel And anybody who listenin'

I've never been down this road before As the days go by I only miss you more I thought one day we would touch the sky I never realized what you meant to me Till I tried drowning out your memory It only hurts when I'm sober But it runs burn like it's not

See me falling, yeah down and lonely Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt Hear me screaming, see me bleeding 'Cause the days no more the same without you Feel the sadness burning in my heart You left to early father love So many things I should

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade