We're at war
The shadow storm
We're at land
The ground turns to sand
We're at speed
So start listening
I must be sick
Yeah I'll say (yeah)
Now y'all's promise begins to fade
So I'm headed for the USA
No tickets, clean car, a place to stay
I get some riding in a cargo booth
Well, I was getting sick and tired of being desired
By sensations that were coming my way
So i would leave my home friends, choppin' girlfriend
Just to see if I can make it alone
But the people keep screaming at the top of their lungs
They don't want you to live, they don't want you to love
They say you might be crazy, maybe they are the ones
But since they don't give a fuck
Then they should live with their moms
And I'm gonna watch you-
(Wah-ah, Wah-oh)
I'm gonna watch you burn
And I'm gonna watch you-
(Wah-ah, Wah-oh)
I'm gonna watch you burn
And I'm gonna watch you-
(Wah-ah, Wah-oh)
I'm gonna watch you burn
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