It ain't rained for two months and seven days
And the boys at the station sit around a wait
Cause all it takes is a little spark
And it's out of hand 'fore it even starts
It ain't rained for two months and seven days
Fields are dry and the creek bed shows
And the bird man cuts through the radio
But I love the thought of tossing matches
Running my fingers through the ashes
Fields are dry and the creek bed shows
Sound the alarm
Call up all the volunteers
Cause you ain't seen a fire like this in all of your years
Once the wind picks up no chance in hell you'll put it out
Gonna burn that damn house to the ground
You can see the smoke from miles away
And everybody knows just who's to blame
They'll be things you can't get back
Like a happy home and photographs
You can see the smoke from miles away
Sound the alarm
Call up all the volunteers
Cause you ain't seen a fire like this in all of your years
Once the wind picks up no chance in hell you'll put it out
Its gonna burn that damn house to the ground
Oh
Ooooh
Thought you had me fooled but I knew all along
I never bought a single lie from that silver tongue
Yeah I might do some time for this
But there's nothing left I'm gonna miss
Thought you had me fooled but I knew all along
Sound the alarms
Call up all the volunteers
Cause you ain't seen a fire like this in all of your years
Once the wind picks up no chance in hell you'll put it out
I'm gonna burn that damn house to the ground
I'm gonna burn that damn house to the ground
Oh to the ground
Oh to the ground