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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 daugher 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

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