Wicked Firelies

It was just another Friday night in the middle of July Ole Ty had gone and found himself a bag of wicked fireflies The night was going too good, started off nice and slow But we all got up to run when the hill began to glow So, Get off of that mountain, boys Get away from that flame Get up off of that mountain, boys It's a wicked fiery game Well looking back on that night, there's a lot that I would change Whether it's a hilltop or a hotel room, the lesson's all the same Be careful where you light that match and hold tight to those reins Cuz when that fire is burning, man, there is nothing left to tame (Too Hot) So Get off of that mountain, boys Get away from that flame Get up off of that mountain, boys It's a wicked fiery game Get off of that mountain, boys Get away from them flames The Devil's always chasing and it's bound to end in chains The choice is yours to take the dance but at the end of the day When he comes searching for you, well Don't call out my name Oh Get up off of that mountain, boys Get away from them flames Get up off of that mountain, boys It's a wicked fiery game