| Just pour the gasoline | |
| She don't get up until the sun goes down | |
| She don't come down until the sun comes up | |
| Drinks her coffee from a broken cup in a jacket or sunglasses | |
| She didn't get to bed until ten a.m. | |
| When the whiskey ran out she had enough of her friends | |
| Fussin' and fightin' she reminded them | |
| She hadn't slept for a hundred hours, yeah | |
| Sad eyed lady of the lowlife | |
| Come on, burn awhile with me, yeah | |
| Put the high life on the bonfire, baby | |
| Lets go steal some gasoline | |
| Just pour the gasoline | |
| She got hot in the heat on a cemetr'y walk | |
| When a preacher, he tried to kiss her | |
| Well, she knew the light would burn bright again | |
| She seen the angels in the disco | |
| Ain't nobody gonna tell her when the fights are gonna start | |
| And the bell's gonna ring | |
| She'll be swinging when the whole world ends | |
| Looking for another tomorrow, yeah | |
| Sad eyed lady of the lowlife | |
| Come on, come on burn awhile with me, yeah | |
| Put the high life on the bonfire baby | |
| Lets go steal some gasoline | |
| We'll build a fire an' light a match and watch the whole thing burn | |
| We'll sweep out the ashes as this old world turns | |
| In the mornin' we'll be done, nothin' left | |
| But in the mean just pour the gasoline | |
| Just pour the gasoline | |
| Just pour the gasoline | |
| Sad eyed lady of the lowlife | |
| Come on burn awhile with me, yeah | |
| Let's put the high life on the bonfire baby | |
| Let's go steal some gasoline | |
| We'll build a fire, light a match and watch the whole thing burn | |
| Sad eyed lady of the lowlife | |
| Come on, come on burn awhile with me, yeah | |
| Put the high life on the bonfire baby | |
| Lets go steal some gasoline | |
| Just pour the gasoline |