Combustible Like Lighter-Fluid

I’ve been wracking my brain,
Tryin to figure out what to say
For days

So you be the gasoline,
I’ll be the lit match
You be the fireplace,
I’ll be the burning door-mats

Burn the house down baby,
Burn it to the ground
Burn the house down darling,
I’ll stick around

No faulty wiring
Nothing to blame this on
No blown fuses, or earthquakes
Guess we’re just pyromaniacs

Burn the clothes now baby,
Burn them to the bone
Burn the bed my darling
I’ll stick so close

Burn the house down baby
Burn it to the ground
Burn the house down darling
Burn it down

Down
Burn it down