Burn It Down

Funny what comes up when you start free associating. Tonight I wrote the sort of song that'll get me packed off to Guantanamo. For the record, art is sublimation, not a statement of criminal intent.

Anyway, this is all me. Even the shaky egg. I bought that for the girls last week but have since realized it was really for me. Another Garageband creation, played straight into my laptop one track at a time. I'm starting to sort of freak myself out. I've always been a pretty sucky guitar player, but suddenly, I'm not half bad. Hearing and making music is coming easily. I seem to have become wildly creative, and kind of pissed off.

Gonna Burn it Down
Got a match, got gasoline,
Gonna do somethin' extreme right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Got a match, got gasoline,
Gonna do somethin' real extreme right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Gonna sizzle, its gonna fry,
Flames gonna fly to the sky right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Got a match, got gasoline,
Muthafucka I'm feelin' mean right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Got a match, got gasoline,
Fire always licks it clean right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Don't give a crap 'bout anything.
Gonna burn gonna kill a king right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Gonna watch gonna burn gonna fry,
Gonna go, go to God, gonna ask him why right now.
I'm asking right now.

Gotta burn, got gasoline,
Fire always licks the muthafucka clean right now.
Gonna burn it down.

Gonna watch, gonna fuckin' burn,
gonna take my muthafuckin turn right now.
Gonna burn it down, gonna burn it down, burn it down.