The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

Never have to worry For all that we know The truth be told As we lay down low Walking the thin line Let the happiness in For now it's fine We're living the lie September's here again

Put my fears behind Before I fall The cold is real, now that I know I know that I can find The meaning of it all I know you bleed for me A journey with open eyes From darkness to light The scars I feel, but I won't let go (won't let go)

Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come

You touch me like a razor blade I wish there was some other way right now, oh oh Like a house on fire we're up in flames I'd burn here if that's what it takes To let you know I won't let go of you, oh oh Of you (oh oh) So I'll just hold you like a hand

I'm the fireman, that's my name. They call me the fireman, that's my name. Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got. I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot. Last night they had a bad one

Tonight your memory burns like a fire With everyone it grows higher and higher I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming Come

I'd like to have that one back I wouldn't here my poor heart saying Heard somebody speak her name They said she was still looking fine I could feel that same old flame I once felt when she was mine Always thought that I was missing something But I found

From the coming dawn, That seeks to drown us in the flames But if we sell our soul, For the chance of gold, Then we'll rue each passing day! Come on lets Save our lives, The city grieves, like widows clasping Folded flags against their hearts

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow