Exploring themes of recklessness and self-destruction, the lyrics depict a protagonist living on the edge, driven by hedonistic pursuits 🥃 and a disregard for consequences. The narrator describes a transient lifestyle characterized by fleeting thrills and emotional turmoil, embodied by references to unstable relationships and a sense of rootlessness. The consistent imagery of a "bottle rocket" symbolizes volatility and fleeting intensity, capturing the essence of someone burning brightly yet destructively. The lyrics deliver a cautionary message, warning others to distance themselves to avoid getting hurt. Meanwhile, the protagonist's camaraderie with others equally absorbed in chaos underscores a community of misfits. Despite the unraveling circumstances, there's an underlying acknowledgment of personal accountability, as hinted by the willingness to face the aftermath of actions and rely on friends for support. The narrative vividly captures the duality of allure and danger in a fervent pursuit of freedom. 🎇
Bottle Rocket Baby
Lyrics
I've been livin' on a bar stool, laughin' 'bout the war
Dallas is a woman I don't know anymore
She held me down on the hardwood floor
Last thing I remember, I was walkin' out the door
Unemployed, downtown, working on a buzz
All my high class friends are hidin' out from the fuzz
I got a resume of what never was
The good time rolls, it always does
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I've been living in a graveyard, lookin' for a light
Diggin' the vibe, stayin' up all night
I got the blood sucker blues but I can't get a bite
I don't know why everybody's so uptight
Dirt weed daydream, dialing in a J
All my high class friends are stayin' low all day
It's safe to say we're in a real bad way
Momma used to try, now all she does it pray
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
Kerosene, dynamite, midnight run
My friend Robert, well he's a son of a gun
And if I get locked up for havin' too much fun
Well, he'll bail me out 'bout quarter to one
Yeah, he'll set me free
If I pay his fee
It don't matter what I'd done
Yeah, I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'll burn your fingers and I'll make you cry
I'm a bottle rocket baby
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye
I'm a bottle rocket baby
So you better say goodbye, woo
Writer(s): Philip Peeples, Rhett Miller, Ken Bethea, Murry Hammond
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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