Burn the Blueprints

They drew my life in pencil lines A cubicle, a parking space I tore the pages, lit the pile And watched it curl up in my face Burn it down! Burn the blueprints! I don't want the house they planned Burn it down! Every floor plan I'll build with my own two hands My father shook his head and swore My boss just laughed and slammed the door Seven dollars, one guitar A van that barely made it far Burn it down! Burn the blueprints! I don't want the house they planned Burn it down! Every floor plan I'll build with my own two hands Ashes on the highway, yeah Ashes on the highway