Текст песни FORTY OUNCES - Burn this city down

Its Friday night, you got nothing to do
All day everybody's been picking on you
You say "I give up, I wont take it anymore.
Now its time to settle the score"
Whatcha gunna do mr. lower middle class?
sit on your couch with your thumb in your ass?
Quit your bitchin, put your dancing shoes on
We'll hop in my car and we'll have alittle fun!

You know we'll burn this city down
You know we'll burn this city down

Well its 9:45 and we're haulin ass
with a hand full of matches and a can full of gas
I light a cigarette and I take a few shots
to numb away any second thoughts
they said we need a prime location
I said "how about the police station?"
I dumped the can and it started to smell
then I lit that shit, and I ran like hell

You know we'll burn this city down
You know we'll burn this city down

break it down

We'll burn it down....

You know we'll burn this city down
You know we'll burn this city down