We were burning leaded gasoline Rather fight than switch Found a stack of dirty magazines Hidden in the ditch Making fun of nearly everything That lined up in our sights I remember you used to come around You came around, you'd come around You came around, you came around Fire in the hole Pop the clutch and holler rabbits feet Roll the windows down Take a drink to find the strength you need Then pass the bottle 'round I remember we used to ride around We rode around, we'd ride around We rode around, we rode around Fire in the hole