Burn it Down Songtext
von Clyde and the Milltailers

You might see me walking
On the outskirts of your town
Rattling off curses at the sun
And rats dragging their tails around

I′ll walk these feet right down the street
Right on up to your door
Whisper these words right into your ears
Right down to the killing floor

Oh Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Don't you dare now make a sound
Holding on like ol′ grim death
Gonna have to burn it down


My guitar is full of spiders
My lungs a boiler room
The breath behind my teeth smells of gasoline
My skin is cold and blue

Put away your crucifix
You're good book wont do what it should
Wondering around your little town
Held together with fear and wood

Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Don't you dare make a sound
Holding on like ol′ grim death
Gonna have to burn it down


Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Don′t you dare make a sound
Holding on like ol' grim death
Gonna have to burn it down
Holding on like ol′ grim death
Gonna have to burn it down