themesong

Idolate in the sun

Turn half-formed prayers into sound

Before your gods wear out

Point your gaze like a gun

When half-heart kings wear the crowns

Don't you want to burn it down?

Your blessed birthright is a devil's debt renamed

But from our youngest days, we've heard you say

"Won't pay, don't know, don't owe"

Cooler than the coroner

Cleaner than the **** board of health

Ooh, we tried to warn you

Who's around the corner

Tell me your truest lie

I'm all out of patience

'Cause even the bluest eye

Can see the arrangement now

So we've got to burn it down

Comparison, it's embarrassing

Lockup for crack rock but treatment for heroin?

They're scared of him, they're just daring him

Model American, bottle of paraffin

Now

I'm about to burn it down