I know your ruse
I see them everywhere
I feed them to the sweetest thing I've found
I go to sleep a hundred years
'Till I am free
'Till I forget the spell
I made your bed
I pulled the covers down
I tucked you in
I put you in the ground
Like I knew you would
Your old regime
Gasoline
Comes tumbling
Comes tumbling
Know fire of hell
Know fire of hell
Burn
Gasoline
Traps you, wicked man
You better run, run, rabbit
Run, run, run, run
Know fire of hell
Know fire of hell
Burn
Gasoline
Traps you, wicked man
You better run, run, rabbit
Burn
Gasoline
Traps you, wicked man
You better run, run, rabbit
Run
Are they suffering
Are they suffering
Burn
Gasoline
Traps you, wicked man
You better run, run, rabbit
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Know fire of hell
Know fire of hell
Burn
Gasoline
Traps you, wicked man
You better run, run, rabbit
Burn
Gasoline
Traps you, wicked man
You better run, run, rabbit
Run
Happy Birthday Bossman, the King of the Biggest Sting.