Lyrics:

Albert
Bobby
For god/s sake, burn it down

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

Give the anarchist a cigarette
Cos that/s as close as he/s ever gonna get
Bobby just hasn/t 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