Black Gasoline by The Beamish Brothers Lyrics
You're going out tonight
Head full of petrol ready to light, go on
With a boom not a flicker
You're gonna cross the line
Feels so good till you're in the fire woah
Another crack in the mirror
Feel it take a hold
Lost touch and control
Hand locked on the trigger
Everybody wants a little piece of you
Flattery’s nothing new
Tell me what's true
We're burning black gasoline
It's taking over but we're lost in the beat
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
We're burning black gasoline
We're burning out
We're burning out
You're going out in style
Arms outstretched up against the sky, no
Back to the firing line
You couldn't face the heat
Eyes shut tight so you lost your feet woah
And now you just can't justify
Feel it take a hold
Lost touch and control
Hand locked on the trigger
When you need adrenaline to fill your veins
What's a little bit of pain
Always the same
We're burning black gasoline
It's taking over but we're lost in the beat
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
We're burning black gasoline
We're burning out
We're burning out
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
And we're burning out
Raise a glass to the perfect storm too faded and torn
Hooked on the taste of the ash, till we fade to black
And we’re burning out
Raise your glass to the broken walls
So tainted and worn
We set fire to our house now we're burning out
And we’re burning out
We're burning black gasoline
It's taking over but we're lost in the beat
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
And we're burning out
We're burning out
Everybody wants a little piece of you
Flattery is nothing new
Tell me what’s true
Head full of petrol ready to light, go on
With a boom not a flicker
You're gonna cross the line
Feels so good till you're in the fire woah
Another crack in the mirror
Feel it take a hold
Lost touch and control
Hand locked on the trigger
Everybody wants a little piece of you
Flattery’s nothing new
Tell me what's true
We're burning black gasoline
It's taking over but we're lost in the beat
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
We're burning black gasoline
We're burning out
We're burning out
You're going out in style
Arms outstretched up against the sky, no
Back to the firing line
You couldn't face the heat
Eyes shut tight so you lost your feet woah
And now you just can't justify
Feel it take a hold
Lost touch and control
Hand locked on the trigger
When you need adrenaline to fill your veins
What's a little bit of pain
Always the same
We're burning black gasoline
It's taking over but we're lost in the beat
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
We're burning black gasoline
We're burning out
We're burning out
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
And we're burning out
Raise a glass to the perfect storm too faded and torn
Hooked on the taste of the ash, till we fade to black
And we’re burning out
Raise your glass to the broken walls
So tainted and worn
We set fire to our house now we're burning out
And we’re burning out
We're burning black gasoline
It's taking over but we're lost in the beat
Yeah your own worst enemy
Like a wildfire in your brain
When petrol meets the flame
And we're burning out
We're burning out
Everybody wants a little piece of you
Flattery is nothing new
Tell me what’s true