Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

We gon' burn the whole house down Way up, way up we go Been up and down that road Way up, way up, oh no You've got something to hide Used to keep it cool Should I keep it light? Watch me stand in the line You're only serving lies

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

I burn it down Just to watch it go So everybody knows Just to see it torched I hate it to the core You think you know me You don't know shit I've seen the world through your eyes And it makes me sick

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

Light my body up You got something that I believe I've been waiting for all my We're blazing high, smoke fill the night I'm gasoline, you're fire Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me Yo, I just started my

Keep moving on Let the engines roll It's time to burn it down Face your fear Accept your war Keep bleeding on 'til the day you die Forever love it loud, Hellfire, doom

Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

I'll let it show that I'm not always hiding Come all the way down And watch me burn I won't let it show that I'm not always flying So on the way down I'll watch you burn Did you come here to watch me, watch me burn?