Firebox

Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane

The house is burning, burning, churning
Crumblin' to the ground
Grab ya knickers, ya little nose pickers
Don't bother turning around
Grab the firebox before you stop, drop, and roll
Pick a God don't make it hard
You only got some seconds to go

Pictures of you, bottles of whiskey
Lingerie too and my favorite books of poetry
What would I do without a pack of cigarettes?
And mary jane? I got it all in my firebox

Pictures, whiskey, lingerie (I got it all in my firebox)
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie (I got it all in my firebox)
Cash, my pad, and mary jane

Everybody moves so ya gotta choose what ya don't wanna lose
Life will burn it takes time to learn not to bother cutting the fuse
Grab the firebox before you run out to the street
Life's a bitch but that don't make it any less sweet

Pictures of you, bottles of whiskey
Lingerie too and my favorite books of poetry
What would I do without a pack of cigarettes?
And mary jane? I got it all in my firebox

All that I need are the sun and moon
And the air I breathe
Love the memories that ya got
And put 'em in the firebox

Pictures of you, bottles of whiskey
Lingerie too and my favorite books of poetry
What would I do without a pack of cigarettes?
And mary jane? I got it all in my firebox

Throw in some cash, a quaint little notepad
To scribble down all the woes I've ever had

Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
I got it all in my firebox
I got it all in my firebox
I got it all in my firebox
I got it all in my firebox

Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane
Pictures, whiskey, lingerie
Cash, my pad, and mary jane