Burn this Atlas Down (Two of Clubs)

I've never been to Stockholm, I've enjoyed its syndrome
I've never messed with Texas but I've fucked the state

Resist as you might, this is the time of your life
A New York minute could last for an eternity

So if this must be the place
Let the maps all be erased

And if we're dying on the vine
Get my lawyer on the line

We'll burn this atlas down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down

Let's burn this atlas down

They say when in Rome, I guess I'm always there in a way
We may not be in Kansas but it still feels like home

A compass in hand, in a non-magnetic land
California dreamin' became my one true nightmare

So if we're starting a map from scratch, let's batten down the hatch
Calling all cartographers, we're taking back what's yours

We'll burn this atlas down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down

Now a map in not the place, like the sketch is not the face
So let us represent terrain how it has been and how it unfolds in dreams

So let us burn this atlas down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to
Burn it down to the ground