Burning Ceremony (Verse 1) Black tuxedo on the clothesline... Gas can by my boots. Sheriff hauled you off this mornin', Should've kept your ass there too. That split lip is turnin' yellow, Guess it finally healed enough. A man can take a whole damn lot... 'Til he's finally had enough. (Pre-Chorus) Ain't no second chances. Ain't no "baby, please." You can choke on one more sorry... I ain't down on my damn knees. (Chorus) I'm gonna strike this match... Watch that black wool burn. Watch every damn promise Get what the hell it earned. You can keep that old house. You can keep that ring. This ain't no walk down the aisle... It's a burnin' ceremony. You can cuss. You can scream. You can swear you're gonna change. But by the time this fire dies... I'll be halfway to Oklahoma City. (Verse 2) (Guitars get heavier, more distorted) You loved the pills more than livin'. Loved your claws more than my name. Every damn Friday night Ended up the goddamn same. One more scratch to hide from the world, One more lie I had to tell. You can rot here in this shithole... I'm done livin' in your hell. (Bridge) (Tempo slows down, bass heavy and brooding) You swore I'd never leave you. Said I'd never have the nerve. Guess you finally found out What the hell I was worth. Go on, blame that bottle. Go on, blame bad luck. Truth is, you just loved the poison... More than you gave a fuck. (Pre-Chorus) (Vocals building to a scream) Go on, kick that screen door! Go on, raise some hell! Ain't nobody left to scare now... You can damn sure scream at yourself! (Chorus) (Full explosion of noise, heavy distortion) I'm gonna strike this match! Watch that black wool burn! Watch every damn promise Get what the hell it earned! You can keep that old house. You can keep that ring. This ain't no walk down the aisle... It's a burnin' ceremony! You can cuss. You can scream. You can swear you're gonna change. But by the time this fire dies... I'll be halfway to Oklahoma City. (Outro) (Feedback ringing out, drums fading into a slow thud) Go on, drink yourself stupid. Go on, curse my name. Only thing you're holdin' now... Is a pile of ash. And blame. (Guitar feedback cuts out abruptly)
