Title: Burn It All Down Vibe: High-Octane / Anthemic / Small-Town Swagger Tempo: 106 BPM (Driving and aggressive)] [VERSE 1] Underneath those Friday night lights 4th and long on the forty-yard line I can still see you in the bleachers Cheering louder than the Sunday preachers. We were the kings of a one-stop-sign map Living for the whistle and the shoulder-pad snap Yeah, we had the world in the palm of our hands Before the "goodbye" wrecked all our plans. [PRE-CHORUS] Yeah, every time I pass that water tower It’s like a neon haunt in the midnight hour I’m looking for a way to smoke out the past Before the "over" hit us way too fast. [CHORUS] I’d strike a match and let the sparks fly Light up the clouds in a Southern sky Yeah, I’d burn it all down, every red light street Every field where we ran in the summer heat. From the goalposts to the courthouse square Your memory’s floating everywhere I’d light it up, let the ashes blow But I got nowhere else to go... Yeah, I’d burn it all down. [VERSE 2] Tailgates dropped by the river bend Loud country music cranked with my friends Pretty little things in their cut-off jeans Lookin’ like a scene from my seventeen dreams. Got a bonfire reaching for the Georgia stars Trying to drown out the sound of these broken hearts Yeah, the beer is cold and the rhythm is right But I’m still stuck in that stadium light. [BRIDGE] They say "don't look back" and "don't you dare stare" But the smoke in my lungs is the only thing there Yeah, the fire feels good when the world is cold... Strike it up and watch the flames take hold! [CHORUS] I’d strike a match and let the sparks fly Light up the clouds in a Southern sky Yeah, I’d burn it all down, every red light street Every field where we ran in the summer heat. From the goalposts to the courthouse square Your memory’s floating everywhere I’d light it up, let the ashes blow But I got nowhere else to go... Yeah, I’d burn it all down. [OUTRO] (Fading out with a rhythmic ad-lib over a "shredding" guitar solo) Yeah, burn it all down. (Loud music playing) (Pretty girls swaying) Just let the sparks fly... In that Friday night light. Yeah, burn it all down. (Final big drum crash)
