You can burn me if you want to but I won't feel a flame You can taunt me with your words but I won't feel ashamed You can burn your crosses down until the morning light You can burn out my brown eyes but I won't lose my sight You can cast at me the first stone, I'll cast it to the floor You can try to clip my wings, over mountains I will soar You can wear your white satin robes and I will wear my pride And to hold me back you might as well hold back the morning tide Chorus... With your White Gown, handed down Fills my heart with pain With your White Gown, handed down Fills you up with shame You can offer me resistance, I will offer you my hand For a man who has lost his soul is like the drifting sand You can strike me if you want to, I won't cause you any pain For as long as you don't carry scars I won't carry blame Chorus... You can burn me if you want to but I won't feel a flame You can taunt me with your words but I won't feel ashamed You can think of me as running scared but run it from your mind I'll stand and look you in the eye until the end of time