Burn It Down

(whoa-oh) My boots are dirty and my liver's half-destroyed

Paying the price for the things that I avoid

Another night, another goddamn empty bar

Just me, the bottle,

and this old beat-up guitar

'Cause we don't give a damn about the rules they sell We're

raising hell on our way to hell!

Yeah, we're burning down this broken-hearted town (burn it

down!)

Cops on the highway,

blue flashing in the grey I step on the gas,

there is nothing left to say

No salvation in this dusty,

barren land Just a cold steel grip on a steering wheel in

my hand

'Cause we don't give a damn about the rules they sell We're

raising hell on our way to hell!

Yeah, we're burning down this broken-hearted town (burn it

down!)

There's no mercy

There's no peace

Until this black metal engine gets released!

We're going down... (all the way

down)