Stop Drop and Roll One

We're on fire, I think
 So stop, drop and roll one
 Takes one to grow one
 We're one of a kind
 We're right on the brink
 Burned out like the prom queen
 We're all mirrors and smoke rings
 So stop, drop and roll one
 I don't really care how this bony ass fairytale ends
 I just hope that we're leavin' this honky tonk covered in men
 Sometimes the loud ones are loners
 Sometimes the rockers are stoners
 One's got the matches, one's got the lashes
 One's running her mouth again
 We're on fire, I think
 So stop, drop and roll one
 Takes one to grow one
 We're one of a kind
 We're right on the brink
 Burned out like the prom queen
 It's all mirrors and smoke rings
 So stop, drop and roll one
 Get this thing off of me
 Where in the hell is my bra?
 This hurts a lot more than the last time we did Mardi Gras
 Whut wheew
 Sometimes the drifters are daisies
 Sometimes the sane ones are crazies
 One's got the Tylenol, one's got the Adderall
 One's got a drink in her hand
 We're on fire, I think
 So stop, drop and roll one
 Takes one to grow one
 We're one of a kind
 (We're one of a kind)
 Yeah, we're right on the brink
 Burned out like the prom queen
 It's all mirrors and smoke rings
 So stop, drop and roll one
 He he huh he