Burn Them

I wanna be a bad guy in a silent film
Lit up by candles and the space between the shadows
I wouldn't have to say nothing, or sound mean
I just wouldn't smile or look too pleased

They can't all be good
My guess, better that they should
What if sorrows swim?
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them

Probably cut my hair off, and save my beard
Stop wearing white and keep nothing clean at all
What a relief from the pressure to just be hated
And learn that being bad ain't nothing but a pleasure

They can't all be good
My guess, better that they should
What if sorrows swim?
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them

Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them!
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them!

I could rob some worse guys done up like good ones
And hide a pile of money, and never have to worry
Baby give it all away for a reason to steal
Another chance to keep from keeping still

They can't all be good
My guess, better that they should
What if sorrows swim?
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them

They can't all be good
My guess, better that they should
What if sorrows swim?
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them
Good God, I'm gonna need to burn them