Burn

When did you go change the rules? When did you come to be so cruel? I may be a bit naive But how can our dreams All of our freedom Mean nothing to you? Yeah, I just crossed the line No need for compromise Yeah, mine fit me just fine No need to walk in your shoes Yeah, I'm gonna stand my ground I'm sure you'll come around Or I'll burn this whole thing down There's only room for a few You're gonna walk in my shoes I got the matches ready The kindling's good and dry So you better think twice Cause I Done made up my mind Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn Yeah, I just crossed the line No need for compromise Yeah, mine fit me just fine No need to walk in your shoes Yeah, I'm gonna stand my ground I'm sure you'll come around Or I'll burn this whole thing down There's only room for a few You're gonna walk in my shoes You're gonna walk in my shoes