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