Gas And Matches

All the way up here I was thinking it over I wish we could drink some beer And work it out. Our lungs were burning We're starting to worry I couldn't catch my breath Or slow my heart beat. We took your photograph; We thought thought we'd have a few good laughs at your expense. Here you thought we were your friends. I guess now you know. Or do you? Are they really People like that or is this idea Making shit up pity party feeling sorry for yourself We were begging for mercy You were holding a gas can You had our hands tied Behind our backs I started crying. I thought it was over. You pulled a matchbook from your back pocket. We took your photograph We thought we'd have a few good laughs at your expense. Here you thought we were your friends. I guess now you know. We knew you were half and half But we never knew you were a psychopath or that you'd have the last laugh I guess now we know.