Burn Down
Today I moved out of a burning building
I packed the ashes and took 'em with me
I stepped outside and called my mom
I said I'm alright but my shoes are gone
And the pavement's hot but it feels like velvet
My bloody feet on the ground so hell-ish
It's heaven here in Hollywood
Doin' everything except for good
On my knees so I can pretend to pray
Smoke in my lungs and dirt in my mouth
I don't give a fuck if the city burns down
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I heard LA is a pretty cool town
To get in the ocean and let yourself drown
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I got brand-new keys to put up my nose
With a brand new closet to keep my bones in
And I washed the dirt right out my mouth
But unpack the ashes on my brand-new couch
On my knees so I can pretend to pray
Smoke in my lungs and dirt in my mouth
I don't give a fuck if the city burns down
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I heard LA is a pretty cool town
To get in the ocean and let yourself drown
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Wonder if I should've stayed home
Back in the cold
I never listened when they said to me
Ah! You'll be alone
You'll be alone
You'll be alone
Honestly, I should've stayed home
Back in the cold
Back with my mom
What a tragedy it is to grow up
The less I know
I guess I should've stayed
I packed the ashes and took 'em with me
I stepped outside and called my mom
I said I'm alright but my shoes are gone
And the pavement's hot but it feels like velvet
My bloody feet on the ground so hell-ish
It's heaven here in Hollywood
Doin' everything except for good
On my knees so I can pretend to pray
Smoke in my lungs and dirt in my mouth
I don't give a fuck if the city burns down
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I heard LA is a pretty cool town
To get in the ocean and let yourself drown
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I got brand-new keys to put up my nose
With a brand new closet to keep my bones in
And I washed the dirt right out my mouth
But unpack the ashes on my brand-new couch
On my knees so I can pretend to pray
Smoke in my lungs and dirt in my mouth
I don't give a fuck if the city burns down
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I heard LA is a pretty cool town
To get in the ocean and let yourself drown
Let it burn down
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Wonder if I should've stayed home
Back in the cold
I never listened when they said to me
Ah! You'll be alone
You'll be alone
You'll be alone
Honestly, I should've stayed home
Back in the cold
Back with my mom
What a tragedy it is to grow up
The less I know
I guess I should've stayed
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan A Buscema, Bethany Ann Warner, Devon Johanningmeier
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