The craving to ignite, reflects a glowing light
The fire in his eyes is bearing no disguise
Armed with an evil grin, that sparks the flame within
The pyromaniac will burn this town, ignoring all costs
[Chorus:]
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Thousands will die
And there's no telling why
In his psychotic mind, his twisted thoughts unkind
No motive to this deed, he's of an evil breed
A killer to his grave, now who could ever save
The striker meets the match, the flames begin to catch
And he's gone
[Repeat chorus]
The culprit of the crime will not escape this time
Cause what he left behind, would be the proof they'd find
A tank of gasoline was proof... the guillotine.
Whiplash - The Burning Of Atlanta Lyrics
Whiplash - The Burning Of Atlanta Lyrics
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The craving to ignite, reflects a glowing light
The fire in his eyes is bearing no disguise
Armed with an evil grin, that sparks the flame within
The pyromaniac will burn this town, ignoring all costs
[Chorus:]
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Thousands will die
And there's no telling why
In his psychotic mind, his twisted thoughts unkind
No motive to this deed, he's of an evil breed
A killer to his grave, now who could ever save
The striker meets the match, the flames begin to catch
And he's gone
[Repeat chorus]
The culprit of the crime will not escape this time
Cause what he left behind, would be the proof they'd find
A tank of gasoline was proof... the guillotine.
The fire in his eyes is bearing no disguise
Armed with an evil grin, that sparks the flame within
The pyromaniac will burn this town, ignoring all costs
[Chorus:]
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Atlanta is burning down
Thousands will die
And there's no telling why
In his psychotic mind, his twisted thoughts unkind
No motive to this deed, he's of an evil breed
A killer to his grave, now who could ever save
The striker meets the match, the flames begin to catch
And he's gone
[Repeat chorus]
The culprit of the crime will not escape this time
Cause what he left behind, would be the proof they'd find
A tank of gasoline was proof... the guillotine.
Writer: TONY PORTARO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group