Burn The House Down (Scars on 45)

In a down-and-out town Living can kill your dreams In this down-and-out house Ambition bursts through the seams I'm sure the neighbours know well We always stood on broke eggshells Little broken old bar A number can clean you out So you hurry on home And so your credit card shouts We're never taken in hearts We spend each day on the bones of our arts You're the story of my life Send me a match with your letter A canister follows me 'round Send me a match with your letter So I can burn the house down In the cigarette smoke There lays an empty purse In the cigarette smoke I meant to have you hurt Yet there's nothing I've seen That could compare with you and me She's the story of my life Send me a match with your letter A canister follows me 'round Send me a match with your letter So I can burn the house down I guess that I'll see you soon But everything here falls through I hope that I see you soon A warning day You're the story of my life Send me a match with your letter A canister follows me 'round Send me a match with your letter So I can burn the house down So I can burn the house down