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