We were burning leaded gasoline

Rather fight than switch

Found a stack of dirty magazines

Hidden in the ditch



Making fun of nearly everything

That lined up in our sights

I remember you used to come around

You came around, you'd come around

You came around, you came around



Fire in the hole



Pop the clutch and holler rabbits feet

Roll the windows down

Take a drink to find the strength you need

Then pass the bottle 'round



I remember we used to ride around

We rode around, we'd ride around

We rode around, we rode around



Fire in the hole