How many times must I have to paint
Over these mountains drawn of grass
When all you do is being wrapped in wit
Deeper than any wounded scab

Burn it, burn it down
Beneath the soil
Where you stole your crazy sleazy animal dust
Burn it, burn it down
Beneath the soil
Where you stole your crazy sleazy animal dust

I find it hard
To articulate
I find it hard to pronounce
I find it hard to articulate
I find it hard to pronounce these words

How many times must I have to say
You're losing me over a style
Following dust throughout endless roads
That lead under the open skies
Burn it, burn it down
Beneath the soil
Where you stole your crazy sleazy animal dust

I find it hard
To articulate
I find it hard to pronounce
I find it hard to articulate
I find it hard to pronounce these words

Burn it, burn it
To the ground
Watch it melt away
I find it hard
To articulate
I find it hard to pronounce
I find it hard to articulate
I find it hard to pronounce these words