Words and music by Brendan McKinney
 ©2015, 2023
 
Verse 1
His breath will kill you if you get too close, it’s on fire, and it smells like smoke.,
He’s buying drinks like he’s going for broke, he thinks it’s funny, but it ain’t no joke.

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He’s stepping into trouble how much you wanna bet? He winds up deep in over his head, 
his kind never gets it, never seems to learn, until it’s way too late, 
and he’s already burned, like a moth to a flame, like a muddy rain puddle… 
that boy is always stepping into trouble,

Verse 2
He’s working women, but he sounds so lame, he’s talking loud like he’s got no shame, 
and they can see that he’s just the same, as every fool that’s got no game,


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Bridge: well, it won’t be long until he says something wrong to the wrong someone… 
He’s too far gone in his head to know that he’s too well done… he’s like a loaded gun…

Chorus ;repeat ; out