Albert
Bobby
For godīs sake, burn it down

Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Give the anarchist a cigarette
Cos thatīs as close as heīs ever gonna get
Bobby just hasnīt earned it yet
That times are changing but he just forgets
He's going to choke on his harmonica Albert

Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Give the anarchist a cigarette
A candy cig for the spoiled brat
We'll get Albert to write you a cheque
A he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet
You know i hate every Popstar that I ever met

Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Burn Baby Burn

Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help