Idolate in the sun Turn half-formed prayers into sounds Before your gods wear out Point your gaze like a gun When half-heart kings wear the crowns Don't you wanna burn it down? Your blessed birthright is a devil's debt renamed But from our youngest days, we've heard you say "Won't pay, don't know, don't owe" Cooler than the coroner Cleaner the the board of health Ooh, we tried to warn you Who's around the corner ♪ Tell me your truest lie I'm all out of patience 'Cause even the bluest eye Can see the arrangement now So, we've got to burn it down Comparison, it's embarrassing Lock up for crack rock, but treatment for heroin They're scared of him, they're just daring him Model American, bottle of paraffin Now I'm about to burn it down ♪ (Your blessed birthright is a devil's debt renamed) (But from our youngest days, we've heard you say) ("Won't pay, don't know, don't")