Watch It Burn Songtext
von Ecid
Watch It Burn Songtext
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
I ran through every scenario I could dream up in my present tense
Told myself over and over, "You must be working for the president"
I like pretending you′re a successful pseudo neurosurgeon
Working for the CIA and there's no way you can be a normal person
Didn′t you love mom? Didn't you love me?
You never hugged me, was I funny looking?
'Cause all my friends′ fathers love them even though they′re ugly
I know you're busy though, probably building a city of gold
I pretend I′m you in all my silly videos
At least me and mom are really close
I know I'm just the result of a mistake
You made in your moment of truth
Every time I buy a bag I wonder if I′m buying it from you
Hoping one day we can finally be a family, dad
I mean, can I call you dad or
Would you prefer bro, dog, or dude?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
I've written so many letters, but they all self-destructed
The only thing I′m any good at is being totally self-destructive
The day you were born I hated the thought of raising a son
I was afraid of your face and still am to this day
I hate what my faith's become
Been on the run for twenty-some summers
I'll never pay child support, can′t afford the repercussions
And the constant need to be productive, so I hide up north
I deleted any acknowledgment that you even have a heartbeat
My heartbeat is Dracula, if you end up like me, I′m deeply sorry
Feel free to use me as a scapegoat until I'm caught crying wolf
I′m stuck in a shit out of luck time warp
Addicted to my own defiant bull
Shit, if we're defined by rules then I guess I′m simply broken
A lonesome man with no plan but to ride along
Devoted to floating hopeless
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
The day you were born your father imagined
It was more important for you to have a magic piggy bank
Instead of a father to play catch with
So he looted a local pawn shop and a credit union
Didn't leave a note, just a trail of cash for a family reunion
That would never happen
Your whole life I′ve been waiting for a call
Or some kind of apology, but never got it
I turned him in, but they never caught him, so we forgot him
I buried half the money in a safe place
For the day you became an adult
Happy birthday, son, I want you to know none of this is your fault
Grab a coffee can and a book of matches
So we can sit here together and watch this money burn down to ashes
Seal it and keep it close to remind you
That you can't miss something you never had and never needed
You were freed, not abandoned
No more secrets, we adapted
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
I ran through every scenario I could dream up in my present tense
Told myself over and over, "You must be working for the president"
I like pretending you′re a successful pseudo neurosurgeon
Working for the CIA and there's no way you can be a normal person
Didn′t you love mom? Didn't you love me?
You never hugged me, was I funny looking?
'Cause all my friends′ fathers love them even though they′re ugly
I know you're busy though, probably building a city of gold
I pretend I′m you in all my silly videos
At least me and mom are really close
I know I'm just the result of a mistake
You made in your moment of truth
Every time I buy a bag I wonder if I′m buying it from you
Hoping one day we can finally be a family, dad
I mean, can I call you dad or
Would you prefer bro, dog, or dude?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
I've written so many letters, but they all self-destructed
The only thing I′m any good at is being totally self-destructive
The day you were born I hated the thought of raising a son
I was afraid of your face and still am to this day
I hate what my faith's become
Been on the run for twenty-some summers
I'll never pay child support, can′t afford the repercussions
And the constant need to be productive, so I hide up north
I deleted any acknowledgment that you even have a heartbeat
My heartbeat is Dracula, if you end up like me, I′m deeply sorry
Feel free to use me as a scapegoat until I'm caught crying wolf
I′m stuck in a shit out of luck time warp
Addicted to my own defiant bull
Shit, if we're defined by rules then I guess I′m simply broken
A lonesome man with no plan but to ride along
Devoted to floating hopeless
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
The day you were born your father imagined
It was more important for you to have a magic piggy bank
Instead of a father to play catch with
So he looted a local pawn shop and a credit union
Didn't leave a note, just a trail of cash for a family reunion
That would never happen
Your whole life I′ve been waiting for a call
Or some kind of apology, but never got it
I turned him in, but they never caught him, so we forgot him
I buried half the money in a safe place
For the day you became an adult
Happy birthday, son, I want you to know none of this is your fault
Grab a coffee can and a book of matches
So we can sit here together and watch this money burn down to ashes
Seal it and keep it close to remind you
That you can't miss something you never had and never needed
You were freed, not abandoned
No more secrets, we adapted
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Ooh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
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