Lyrics

The past has been following me around
Echoes of whispers running through a little town
The rumor mill churns
while my ears burn
There's a part of me that wants to burn it all down…

So strike a match, and let it all burn
and twist the knife, and watch em all squirm
If they're gonna talk
then let em run their mouth
That's how it goes…
When you're too big for a little town

You try to talk
but they won't let you speak
They treat you bad
like you're the black sheep
But the world shall be…
inhereted by the meek.

So strike a match, and let it all burn
and twist the knife, and watch em all squirm
If they're gonna talk
then let em run their mouth
That's how it goes…
When you're too big for a little town

[bridge, hardcore country acoustic chunky breakdown]
You can read between the lines
and you can see right through their lies
behind the truth that they try to hide
You can't undo your open eyes

So strike a match, and let it all burn
and twist the knife, and watch em all squirm
If they're gonna talk
then let em run their mouth
That's how it goes…
When you're too big for a little town
Yeah we're too big for this little town