fill me full of gasoline burn
your bridges while you can
strike a match then strike a pose
watch the shit all hit the fan
i can always always take the wheel
i can always try to steer us home
where has all my mind gone
and why do i just hold on to
the old faded photos in my head
i am rubber you are glue
bounces off me sticks to you
your left foot in
your left foot out
then you shake me all about