Idolate in the sun
Turn half-formed prayers into sounds
Before your gods wear out
Point your gaze like a gun
When half-heart kings wear the crowns
Don't you wanna 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 fucking 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
Lock up 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
(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")
