We are here, we were there,   We are nearing people everywhere we go.   People catching in their hands   The ashes of the Marlboro man.      Burn them down, burn them down   With our canteens pouring gasoline;   It's never what they're saying   But why oh why they say it.   Burning down the billboards   To the ground and not a sound   Will touch the ears,   For the sights to be gained   Will everlast us through the years.      Five o'clock rush hour traffic   Gazing upward at our magic.   Calvin Klein went down in flames,   Authorities aren't asking for the names.   Miller Lite was burning bright,   Illuminating our fearless night   And victory was once again   Ours until the very end.      Burn them down, burn them down   With our canteens pouring gasoline;   It's never what they're saying   But why oh why they say it.   Burning down the billboards   To the ground and not a sound   Will touch the ears,   For the sights to be gained   will everlast us through the years.      Burning down the billboards   To the ground and not a sound   Will touch the ears,   For the sights to be gained   Will everlast us through the years.