I've been put down and been the target of scorn.
So many times I've cursed the day I was born.
Tasted every taste and done all to the max.
I've survived this long thanks to pills and twelvepacks.
It's all been hazy but one thing I know.
No use to fight it when you're sunk so low.
Can't take the pressure so I bring out the torch.
Found my dead girlfriend on the front porch.
THAT'S WHAT DID IT FOR ME, THAT'S WHEN I LIT THE FLAME.
THAT'S WHEN PETROLEUM HELPED ME TO GET AFTERLIFE FAME.
I GOT BACK TO ONE, GOT RID OF ALL THAT'S BEEN WITH A MATCH AND GASOLINE..
Yeah I was put down and the target of scorn.
Sure I'm a coward but I don't think you'll mourn.
The tastes I tasted was just to get away.
To escape the pain and block out the things you'd say.
I stand here ready with a can of sauce.
Self-inflicted combustion and you're the cause.
A gruesome sight but I won't feel the flames.
The fire is the only thing that cleans the stains.
THAT'S WHAT DID IT FOR ME, THAT'S WHEN I LIT THE FLAME.
THAT'S WHEN PETROLEUM HELPED ME TO GET AFTERLIFE FAME.
I GOT BACK TO ONE, GOT RID OF ALL THAT'S BEEN WITH A MATCH AND GASOLINE..