311 - 'Til The City's On Fire

Monday morning comes like a hammer head
It goes bang bang bang 'til I'm seeing red
Can't wait for the week to come to an end again, whoa
By the middle of the day I can't get away
I need an escape need a Saturday
Feel like I'm astray I'm trapped in a cage again, whoa

Friday night we made it
Hit the lights we're faded
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
Daylights far away
Can't stop us there's no way
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire

So who's gonna drive me home this time tonight
So who's gonna drive me home this time tonight, whoa
All the girls doubled down on the boulevard
And my boys hanging out in front of the bar
Now who's gonna drive me home this time tonight, whoa

Friday night we made it
Hit the lights we're faded
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
Daylights far away
Can't stop us there's no way
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire

Friday night we made it
Hit the lights we're faded
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
Daylights far away
Can't stop us there's no way
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on fire
'Til the city's on
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire

Writer(s): John William Feldmann, Zakk Cervini, Matt Pauling,

Aaron Charles Wills, Nick Hexum

311 Lyrics

album: "Mosaic" (2017)

Too Much To Think

Wildfire

The Night Is Young

Island Sun

Perfect Mistake

Extension

Inside Our Home

'Til The City's On Fire

Too Late

Hey Yo

Places That The Mind Goes

Face In The Wind

Forever Now

Days Of '88

One And The Same

Syntax Error

On A Roll