We came to scorch the earth then hang ourselves
Casual beyond reproach the cruel ones never boast
On to the sea, burn Athens to the ground
The summer heat did half our work
But Sherman still was proud
We came to scorch the earth then hang ourselves
We won't stop blackening hearts
Galloping off to the next town
Clearing a swath
Making sure all the fires burn well
Toeing the line
Biding our time
Mocking their side as we see them
Fighting them off
Galloping off to the next town
