Burning Down

From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh

Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh

Plantation burning your boat is coming in

Strum your Jew's-harp, you're reeking gin

Running water on a sinking boat

Going under but they've got your goat

Burning down

My hands are tied, my feet are bound

Burning down

Can't you see that my hands are bound?

Johnny Mike is reading in the yard

His story's timely, oh, oh, oh

What river is it anyway, radio?

Not in a boat, in your ear

Running water in a sinking boat

Going under but they've got your goat

Burning down

My hands are tied, my feet are bound

Burning down

Can't you see that my hands are bound?

You pick your island in the sun

Take your island off, he's got a gun

Burning down

My hands are tied, my feet are bound

Burning down

Can't you see that my hands are bound?

He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck

Feeling mighty, mighty, oh, oh, oh

You can pick your island in the sun

Take your island off, he's got a gun

Running water in a sinking boat

Going under but they've got your goat

Burning down

My hands are tied, my feet are bound

Burning down

Can't you see that my hands are bound?