If I land in your fire, I won't burn I hear what you're screaming, now it's my turn Summon your ghosts as your idols fall Scared little men who will never stand tall You are nothing more than an open mouth Two feet in the grave of a receding South It's not over You are nothing more than an open mouth Two feet in the grave of a receding South It's not over You are nothing more than an open mouth Two feet in the grave of a receding South If I land in your fire, I won't burn I hear what you're screaming, now it's my turn Summon your ghosts as your idols fall Scared little men who will never stand tall