Burn It Down - Guttermouth

Foolish thing to ponder, a more foolish thing to do

I’m pretty fuckin' glad that I’m not you

I know she was expecting, ah, we’d get married anyway

A house, nice cars, ten credit cards, she’s never worked a day

He slaves his fucking ass off to support his rotund wife

He’s lost his own identity for the remainder of his life

His fourteen-year old daughter has her third kid on the way

Collect some life insurance is a message I convey

Kids are screaming

Wife is nagging

Dog is barking

He had to burn it down

Strike the match

Dead bolt that latch

Gone in a flash

Burn it down

He’s like a soulless being, like a hamster on a wheel

As soon as you tied that knot that cage was made of steel

I’ll enroll myself in Weight-Watchers or, maybe, join a gym

What about that thousand-dollar treadmill that you bought on a whim?

He slaves his fucking ass off to support his rotund wife

He’s lost his own identity for the remainder of his life

His fourteen-year old daughter has her third kid on the way

Collect some life insurance is a message I convey

The kids are screaming

The wife is nagging

The dog is barking

He had to burn it down

Strike the match

Dead bolt that latch

Gone in a flash

Burn it down

The kids are screaming

The wife is nagging

The dog is barking

He had to burn it down

Strike the match

Then pull that latch

Gone in a flash

Burn it down

Fourteen-year old daughter has her third kid on the way

Collect some life insurance is a message I convey