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 thе 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 Lеt'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