Burning the Locals

It's been 19 years, 6 months, and 2 days,
Since I realized I cynicize(?) in too many different ways
But c'mon man, c'mon man, c'mon
There's a look on your face
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
You're burning the locals
This guy's out cold, someone choked out his luck
To keep burning the locals from the back of his truck
For God's sakes man, be quiet, can't you see I'm on the phone
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
You're burning the locals
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
You're burning...you're burning the locals
Ah, ahh
(You're burning the locals)
I hear the creaking of footsteps and the whispers of man
Amen, amen, amen
The knives are on the stove and the wives are in bed
But they're dead, they're dead, they're dead
There's a crack in the roof and a bone in my head
You're dead, I'm dead, I'm dead
We all end up at the dead end in the end
She says, she says, she says
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
you're burning the locals
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
(You're burning the locals)
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
You're burning the locals
(You're burning the locals)
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
You're burning the locals
(You're burning the locals)
Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh
I'm in your town, so I can do anything
I'm in your town, so I can say anything
(Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh)
I'm in your town, so I can do anything
(You're burning the locals)
I'm in your town, so I can say anything
(Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh)
I'm in your town, so I can do anything
I'm in your town, so I can say anything
(Ohh-oh-oh, o-oh)
I'm in your town, so I can do anything
I'm in your town, so I can say anything