I was sippin on my second gold finger   shake it fast and pour it on the rocks   Neighbor busted in started screaming   Shit goddam there's fire in your box   So I slammed that juice and bolted out that bar   Saw a red inferno couldn't tell   Then I saw my 64 Chevy   Tum into a flaming mass of hot-rod hell       Blazing Haley   Should have never burned my house down to the ground   Blazing Haley   Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found       Two days later started dreamin'   Three punks with a can of gasoline   Faces seemed all too familiar   Little posers trying to look mean   The first punk held the matches   Second had a nose ring lived next door   To the third "shut-up boy listen"   "You burned my fucking house time to even up the score"       Blazing Haley   Should have never burned my house down to the ground   Blazing Haley   Poor little arsons sons of bitches they were never found       So if you're one of them crazy little pyros   You suck and you're gonna die   Cuz I just had a chat with the Devil   And he's gonna make sure that you fry       Blazing Haley   Should have never burned my house down to the ground   Blazing Haley   Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found   Poor little arson sons of bitches they were never found       Eddie, Joe and Johnny six feet under ground