Gasoline & Turpentine

The pink slip hit, the house went cold The hardest truth I was ever told She packed her bags, didn't say goodbye Left me staring at a empty sky Then the phone rang late in the dead of night Lost a brother who was bound to fight When the bottom drops right out the floor You gotta kick down a brand new door. You think you know how hard it burns! When every single table turns! It’s like drinking gasoline and turpentine! Tearing down the throat, burning down the line! Yeah, look at me now—I’m still standing fine! Ten long years built up in sand Washed away by a cold man's hand Standing there with my empty palms No sweet words and no healing psalms They pull the rug, they turn the key Try to make a shadow out of me But you can't kill what’s made of rust I’m rising up right out of the dust! You think you know how hard it burns! When every single table turns! It’s like drinking gasoline and turpentine! Tearing down the throat, burning down the line! Yeah, look at me now—I’m still standing fine! No sugarcoating, no polite excuse We all get hit with the same abuse Lost your job, lost your love, lost your brother in the dark Every single heart carries the exact same mark! Yeah, it burns... Oh, it burns! You think you know how hard it burns! When every single table turns! It’s like drinking gasoline and turpentine! Tearing down the throat, burning down the line! Yeah, look at me now—I’m still standing fine! Gasoline... Turpentine... Spit the fire. Still standing fine.