There's somethin' in the way
And all I want
Is to burn it down, burn it down, burn it down
Watch it turn to ashes
Hit my stride
Got it wrong
Now there's twenty thousand gone

I set the skies on fire
I set the skies on fire

Startin' over isn't easy
Hardest thing I've ever done
And now I'm here
Nobody believes me
I'm better on the run
It had to come to this

I set the skies on fire
I set the skies on fire
I set the skies on fire

(Ooh-ooh) I can feel it comin'
(Ooh-ooh) I can feel it comin'
(Ooh-ooh) I can feel it comin'
(Ooh-ooh) I can feel it comin'
(Ooh-ooh) I can feel it comin'
(Ooh-ooh) I can feel it comin'
(Ooh-ooh...)

Kill Baron First

Burn It All Down

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I got the pinstripe silhouette
Draped in the middle class uniform
Straight out of Torrington, Connecticut
I watch the white bread, vanilla porn
Thirty-five (thirty-five)
Thirty-five (thirty-five)
Still lookin' for my gold star attagirl
Outta line (outta line)
Outta line (outta line)
Fingers wrapped tight stranglin' a string of pearls

I'm wrecked, I'm wrecked
I'm fallin' apart
A little sympathy could go a long way
Oh, don't you just feel so bad?

Another thing I haven't mentioned yet
That I just thought that you should know
I never been so fuckin' upset
Are you listening?
Hey!
Oh, don't you know that I'm the queen? (Whoa)
Yeah, baby wins and baby flaunts
Another cog in the me machine
Yeah, baby gets what baby wants!

I'm wrecked, I'm wrecked
I'm fallin' apart
A little sympathy could go a long way
I'm blessed, I'm blessed
Blessed and I'm dumb
This is typically the gist of my day
Oh, don't you just feel so bad?

Feel so bad

I'm wrecked, I'm wrecked
I'm fallin' apart
A little sympathy could go a long way
I'm blessed, I'm blessed
Blessed and I'm dumb
This is typically the gist of my day
I'm wrecked, I'm wrecked
I'm fallin' apart
A little sympathy could go a long way
Oh, don't you just feel so bad?

Feel So Bad

An experimental cover of The Next Life, from Suede's debut album in 1993.

By Brett Lewis Anderson and Bernard Joseph Butler
Copyright BMG Gold Songs o/b/o BMG Rights Management (Uk) Ltd and Kobalt Music Pub America I o/b/o Kobalt Music Services Ltd KMS

Lyrics:

See you in your next life
When we'll fly away for good
Stars in our own car
We can drive away from here
Far away
So far away
And down to Worthing
And work there
Far away
We'll go far away
And flog ice creams
'Til the company's on its knees
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
See you in your next life
When we'll fly away for good

The Next Life

Close your eyes, join the rest
Nobody's watching
Nobody's watching
Stolen skin, bartered flesh
All you've been wanting
All you've been wanting

Paper man, paper man
Tear out my best parts

There's enough to go around
So, don't you worry
No, don't you worry
Take your piece and pass me down
What's your hurry?
No need to hurry

Paper man, paper man
Tear out my best parts
Paper man, paper man
Rip me to shreds

Scent of hunger on your breath
I'll be a good one
I'll be a good one
Press your fingers through my chest
Whatever the outcome
Whatever the outcome

Paper man, paper man
Tear out my best parts
Paper man, paper man
Rip me to shreds
Paper man, paper man
Throw me away