Burn Down This Town

　　Burn Down This Town — Rosanne Cash

　　This hills are burning fields turn to steel

　　The big house is haunted with what we don't feel

　　The streets are empty no one ever comes around

　　So you know they won't make a sound

　　Burn down this town

　　My lungs are blackened with the smoke and sobs

　　So just be a man and finish the job

　　And I'll watch you from this distant place I've found

　　Oh you know I won't make a sound

　　Burn down this town

　　The clapboard jail and the co-op board

　　The garden club and the bedroom door

　　The sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall

　　The Christmas tree

　　Just burn it all

　　The sky is falling with ash and mud

　　We gotta make the promise yeah blood to blood

　　So shut the door then slowly turn around

　　Now you know you can't make a sound

　　Burn down this town

　　The clapboard jail and the co-op board

　　The garden club and the bedroom door

　　The sprinkled lawn and the mirrored hall

　　The Christmas tree

　　Just burn it all

　　Burn down this town

　　Burn down this town