"Watch You Burn" lyrics

"Watch You Burn"

Only a coward would pick up a gun
And shoot up a crowd trying to have fun
Now the Vegas lights, they won't lose their glow
And the band will play and go on with the show

And you're gonna get your turn
Yes, you're gonna get your turn
Son, you're gonna get your turn
Devil gonna watch you burn

I wasn't there, I didn't see
But I had friends in your company
If I could snap my fingers, if I could flip a switch
I'd make that last bullet first, you son of a bitch

You're gonna get your turn
Yes, you're gonna get your turn
Oh, you're gonna get your turn
Devil gonna watch you burn

To the evil ones, you know who you are
I beg of you, don't you go too far
Just know this, let it give you pause
Before you mail out your bombs or pull a trigger in a synagogue

You're gonna get your turn (You're gonna get your turn)
Oh, you're gonna get your turn (You're gonna get your turn)
Yes, you're gonna get your turn
Devil gonna watch you burn


Writer(s): Mike Campbell, Christopher Alvin Stapleton
"Watch You Burn" is about the deadly shooting at the 2017 Route 91 Harvest Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada. The shooter killed about 60 people and injured hundreds.
This song was written by Chris Stapleton and Mike Campbell. Stapleton explained in a CBS This Morning interview in 2020, "It's a self-therapy session sometimes. Sometimes that's all for. Mike listened and ... really got it to a place where he made me feel like it was not a song that was meant to be in my pocket."
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