Playing with Matches

You hear the sirens
You smell the smoke
Your house is burning
This ain't no joke
Your wife is screaming
Trapped in your room
Your daughter crying
What can you do

Little Tommy playin' with matches again
Funny thing your son has brought you Hell

Flames rising higher
A panic attack
Devoured by fire
You will burn!

Smoke's getting thicker
The oxygen low
Your daughter dead
That much you know
Your wife still scraming
Trapped in the room
But for how much longer
That's not up to you

Little Tommy playin' with matches again
Watching the fire from a safe spot you can tell

I hear the sirens
I smell the smoke
My house is burning
It was all a joke
My mommy screaming
No where she can go
Oh I was just playing
I didn't know

Little Tommy playin' with matches again
Funny thing your son has brought you Hell
Little Tommy playin' with matches again
Watching