Old Ron was workin' a night shift At Texaco at three a.m, makin' chicken scraps
Boy, that ain't no way for a man to live
He got a wife and kids and a new car Uses his drinkin' money to pay the rent
You can bet your ass if he don't win the lottery Nothin' nice is gonna happen
He says, burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
This life ain't workin' out, boys It's time you burn it down
I dream of the little white shack by the water And you can only see it on the darkest night
Everything's alright, but we gotta get there tonight
So burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If it's not what you deserve
Lost souls all follow the train track The devil calls, but he won't pay
Your mama said they were all just born bad I think they were just born too far away
And you can hear him scream in the dead of night
I wasn't born to be low-class white I might not ever get it right
But God willing, I'm gonna try
They scream, burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If this ain't what you deserve, then burn it down
I dream of the little white shack by the freeway And they take you up there when you've done your time
Prison or the sky, don't really matter which one you climb
Just burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
On this planet all, praying up to that beautiful sun
Oh, didn't you know? They're longing the truth and scared of the kids
Until one of them points out they're backwards and sick
Because they used the poor's dreams to fund their own war
Between a private island and a billion-dollar feature boat
We march alone
They say we don't like change here, son That's what the Yankees say
On this planet all, praying up to that beautiful sun
Oh, didn't you know? They're longing the truth and scared of the kids
Until one of them points out they're backwards and sick
Because they used the poor's dreams to fund their own war
Between a private island and a billion-dollar feature boat
We march alone
They say we don't like change here, son That's what the Yankees say
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Old Ron was workin' a night shift At Texaco at three a.m, makin' chicken scraps
Boy, that ain't no way for a man to live
He got a wife and kids and a new car Uses his drinkin' money to pay the rent
You can bet your ass if he don't win the lottery Nothin' nice is gonna happen
He says, burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
This life ain't workin' out, boys It's time you burn it down
I dream of the little white shack by the water And you can only see it on the darkest night
Everything's alright, but we gotta get there tonight
So burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If it's not what you deserve
Lost souls all follow the train track The devil calls, but he won't pay
Your mama said they were all just born bad I think they were just born too far away
And you can hear him scream in the dead of night
I wasn't born to be low-class white I might not ever get it right
But God willing, I'm gonna try
They scream, burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If this ain't what you deserve, then burn it down
I dream of the little white shack by the freeway And they take you up there when you've done your time
Prison or the sky, don't really matter which one you climb
Just burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
On this planet all, praying up to that beautiful sun
Oh, didn't you know? They're longing the truth and scared of the kids
Until one of them points out they're backwards and sick
Because they used the poor's dreams to fund their own war
Between a private island and a billion-dollar feature boat
We march alone
They say we don't like change here, son That's what the Yankees say
On this planet all, praying up to that beautiful sun
Oh, didn't you know? They're longing the truth and scared of the kids
Until one of them points out they're backwards and sick
Because they used the poor's dreams to fund their own war
Between a private island and a billion-dollar feature boat
We march alone
They say we don't like change here, son That's what the Yankees say
Boy, that ain't no way for a man to live
He got a wife and kids and a new car Uses his drinkin' money to pay the rent
You can bet your ass if he don't win the lottery Nothin' nice is gonna happen
He says, burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
This life ain't workin' out, boys It's time you burn it down
I dream of the little white shack by the water And you can only see it on the darkest night
Everything's alright, but we gotta get there tonight
So burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If it's not what you deserve
Lost souls all follow the train track The devil calls, but he won't pay
Your mama said they were all just born bad I think they were just born too far away
And you can hear him scream in the dead of night
I wasn't born to be low-class white I might not ever get it right
But God willing, I'm gonna try
They scream, burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If this ain't what you deserve, then burn it down
I dream of the little white shack by the freeway And they take you up there when you've done your time
Prison or the sky, don't really matter which one you climb
Just burn it to the ground, boys Burn it to the ground
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
If it's not what you deserve
On this planet all, praying up to that beautiful sun
Oh, didn't you know? They're longing the truth and scared of the kids
Until one of them points out they're backwards and sick
Because they used the poor's dreams to fund their own war
Between a private island and a billion-dollar feature boat
We march alone
They say we don't like change here, son That's what the Yankees say
On this planet all, praying up to that beautiful sun
Oh, didn't you know? They're longing the truth and scared of the kids
Until one of them points out they're backwards and sick
Because they used the poor's dreams to fund their own war
Between a private island and a billion-dollar feature boat
We march alone
They say we don't like change here, son That's what the Yankees say
Writer: Samuel Healey
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