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