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