Burning Down The Billboards

We are here, we were there,

We are nearing people everywhere we go.

People catching in their hands

The ashes of the Marlboro man.

Burn them down, burn them down

With our canteens pouring gasoline;

It's never what they're saying

But why oh why they say it.

Burning down the billboards

To the ground and not a sound

Will touch the ears,

For the sights to be gained

Will everlast us through the years.

Five o'clock rush hour traffic

Gazing upward at our magic.

Calvin Klein went down in flames,

Authorities aren't asking for the names.

Miller Lite was burning bright,

Illuminating our fearless night

And victory was once again

Ours until the very end.

Burn them down, burn them down

With our canteens pouring gasoline;

It's never what they're saying

But why oh why they say it.

Burning down the billboards

To the ground and not a sound

Will touch the ears,

For the sights to be gained

will everlast us through the years.

Burning down the billboards

To the ground and not a sound

Will touch the ears,

For the sights to be gained

Will everlast us through the years.