Single book of matches
Gonna burn what's standing in the way
Roaring down the mountain
Now they are calling on the fire brigade
Bury all the pictures
And tell the kids that I'm okay
If'n I'm forgotten
You'll remember me for the dayI, won't ever be your corner stone
IAll the black inside me
Is slowly seeping from the bone
Everything I cherish
Is slowly dying or it's gone
Little shaken babies
And drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started
It's bound to be a sight to seeI won't ever be your cornerstone
I don't want to be here holding on
I won't ever be your cornerstone
IWatch her roll
Can you feel itWatch her roll
Can you feel itWatch her roll
Can you feel itWatch her roll
Can you feel itI won't ever be your cornerstone
I don't want to be here holding on
I won't ever be your cornerstone
I
Composição: Caleb Followill / Jared Followill / Matthew Followill / Nathan Followill.
