Burn Them

Wanna be a bad guy in a silent film,
Light up the candles and the space between the shadows.
I wouldn't have to say nothing, or sound mean
I just wouldn't smile or look too clean...
They can't all be good, my guess better than they shouldn't,
What if sorrows swim.
Good god I'm gonna need to burn them.

They can't all be good, my guess
Better that they shouldn't
But if sorrow swims
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them

[Instrumental]

Probably cut my hair off
And save my beard
Stop wearing white
And keep nothing clean at all

What a relief from the pressure,
To just be hated
And I learned that being bad
Ain't nothing but the pleasure

They can't all be good, my guess
Better than they should
But if sorrows swim
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them

Solo

I could rob some worse guys
I don't like the good ones
And hide a pile of money
And never have to worry

Baby give it all away for a reason to steal
Another chance to keep from keeping still

They can't all be good, my guess
But they should
But if sorrows swim
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them

They can't all be good, my guess
But they should
But if sorrows swim
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them
Good god, I'm gonna need to burn them