Bottle Rocket
Girl, who you kidding? Your man's a dog
You can collar him and train him but it won't be long
If you take your love away, he's a wolf again
Running with the pack, loyal to his sin
Baby, who you fooling? I'm kerosene
Add a little fire and you're warm with me
But get a little careless and I'll burn you down
Turn your house to rubble smoking on the ground
Woah, light it up and I can't stop it
Woah, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
In every gentleman there's a little bit of rebel
Walking like a saint but you're dancing with the devil
Woah, bottle rocket, I can't stop it anymore
It's a fine, fine line that I walk for sure
Between the straight and the narrow and the open door
Want to find that light that you found in me
Before the night's so dark that I'm too blind to see
Woah, light it up and I can't stop it
Woah, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
In every gentleman there's a little bit of rebel
Walking like a saint but you're dancing with the devil
Woah, bottle rocket, I can't stop it anymore
Well, maybe I'm in over my head
But I'll keep throwing punches and I'll sleep when I'm dead
Woah, light it up and I can't stop it
Woah, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
In every gentleman there's a little bit of rebel
Walking like a saint but you're dancing with the devil
Woah, bottle rocket, I can't stop it anymore
More, more, more
You can collar him and train him but it won't be long
If you take your love away, he's a wolf again
Running with the pack, loyal to his sin
Baby, who you fooling? I'm kerosene
Add a little fire and you're warm with me
But get a little careless and I'll burn you down
Turn your house to rubble smoking on the ground
Woah, light it up and I can't stop it
Woah, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
In every gentleman there's a little bit of rebel
Walking like a saint but you're dancing with the devil
Woah, bottle rocket, I can't stop it anymore
It's a fine, fine line that I walk for sure
Between the straight and the narrow and the open door
Want to find that light that you found in me
Before the night's so dark that I'm too blind to see
Woah, light it up and I can't stop it
Woah, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
In every gentleman there's a little bit of rebel
Walking like a saint but you're dancing with the devil
Woah, bottle rocket, I can't stop it anymore
Well, maybe I'm in over my head
But I'll keep throwing punches and I'll sleep when I'm dead
Woah, light it up and I can't stop it
Woah, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
In every gentleman there's a little bit of rebel
Walking like a saint but you're dancing with the devil
Woah, bottle rocket, I can't stop it anymore
More, more, more
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron James Babcock, Timothy Ryan Skipper, Colin Mark Rigsby, Eric Matthew Newcomer
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