| Hey there, daddy-o, why you got a long face, what’s that look in your eye | 
| Gettin' so tired of running in the rat race, everyone’s passing you by | 
| Ticking like a diabolic time bomb, about to lose control | 
| Keeping it together, can barely hold on, now you’re ready to explode | 
| You’re getting quiet | 
| Trying to catch your breath | 
| 'Cause there’s nothing left | 
| ('Cause there’s nothing left) | 
| When it’s time to turn your life around | 
| W-w-whatcha gonna do? | 
| You’re gonna burn it down | 
| (Burn it down) | 
| B-b-b-burn it down | 
| (You're gonna burn it down) | 
| Hey, little sister, tell me what you’re up to, why you looking so damn low | 
| (So damn low) | 
| You can always stick it to the one that stung you so are you gonna let it go | 
| (You gonna let me go) | 
| You’re acting like a raving paper tiger, about to lose control | 
| (Mrow!) | 
| Someone went too far and tripped your wire, are you ready to explode | 
| You’re getting quiet | 
| Trying to catch your breath | 
| 'Cause there’s nothing left | 
| ('Cause there’s nothing left) | 
| When it’s time to turn your life around | 
| W-w-whatcha gonna do? | 
| You’re gonna burn it down | 
| (You burn it down) | 
| B-b-b-burn it down | 
| (B-b-b-burn it down) | 
| You’re gonna burn it down | 
| (You know you burn it down) | 
| B-b-b-burn it down | 
| (You burn it down) | 
| Uh | 
| One, two, three, four | 
| Hey there, daddy-o, why you got a long face, what’s that look in your eye | 
| Gettin' so tired of running in the rat race, everyone’s passing you by | 
| Hey, little sister, tell me what you’re up to, why you looking so damn low | 
| (So damn low) | 
| You can always stick it to the one that stung you so are you gonna let it go |