And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of

I need this I need this like a knife in the back REPEAT CHORUS Come inside, take a seat or a ride We're so glad that you're here, now come on Have a drink of some coke, gasoline or some rope A guillotine, are you gone? Don't turn around, ignore that

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

He bought two-fifths of lead free gasoline Said, the bottle is dusty, but my engine is clean He bought a nice blue suit with the money he could find If his bride didn't like it, St Peter wouldn't mind Now I lie here so out-of-breath And over-opiated

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always