Track 3 of 12
Burn It
Written by Brian Kittrell · This Big Broken World
The Story Behind the Song
About the impulse to tear things down over any perceived slight, and the gap between that impulse and actually building something better. It's not aimed at any one target so much as at a pattern -- people convinced their rage is righteousness, with nothing constructive waiting on the other side of the fire.
Performances
| Edition | Duration |
|---|---|
| This Big Broken World: His | 04:05 |
| This Big Broken World: Hers | — |
Sadie McCoy's "Hers" edition performs the same twelve songs with her own vocal performance; per-track durations for her edition aren't published yet.
Lyrics
Everything goin' on and I don't know how to... Begin, Way out west they're burning down their cities… Again, I sit around and wonder if we'll ever see the... End, If we can pull it back together and... Mend... Keep on burning it down, tearing it up for any ole slight, Claimin’ you're good but you're always pickin’ a fight, Keep on marchin' in time, keep on hearing the lies, Of a bunch of fools who'd never make it in real life... You wonder why you lost the last round... Maybe we knew you would've torn us all down... You were talkin' loud like you knew you were right... But folks need more than your rage and your spite. Keep on burning it down, tearing it up for any ole slight, Claimin’ you're good but you're always pickin’ a fight, Keep on marchin' in time, keep on hearing the lies, Of a bunch of fools who'd never make it in real life... If you love your flag, why you wanna trade it in for... mine? You're wanting in the door, but you won't go through the... line, There's a way things are done... yeah, there's wrong and there's... right, But a home doesn't get built by breakin' in... overnight... Keep on burning it down, tearing it up for any ole slight, Claimin’ you're good but you're always pickin’ a fight, Keep on marchin' in time, keep on hearing the lies, Of a bunch of fools who'd never make it in real life… Keep on burning it down, tearing it up for any ole slight! Claimin’ you're good, but you're always lookin’ for a fight! Keep on marchin' in time and believin' all the lies, Of a bunch of fools who'd never make it in real life…