..Run get the fire brigade...
There's panic in the city
It's something that we feel
We're shooting up on everything...
Cus everything is real
Why should we build houses,
Dirty bastards need no homes!
Why should we build anything... Everything has gone...
..Run get the fire brigade...
Burn 'em all... those pervert preachers
Queer teachers
Burn 'em all... boring politicians,
Born again christians
Burn 'em all... pushers, bores, judges and whores
Burn, burn them all....
I think it's time for changes
I think it' time to run
There's something in the distance...
I feel it's just begun
Why should we climb mountains...
Those bastards don't belong
Why should we climb anything... Everything has gone
..Run get the fire brigade...
Burn 'em all... those pervert preachers
Queer teachers
Burn 'em all... boring politicians,
Born again christians
Burn 'em all... pushers, bores, judges and whores
Burn, burn them all....
There's panic in the city,
It's something that we feel
We're shooting up on everything...
Cus evertyhing is real
Why should we build houses,
Dirty bastards need no homes!
Why should we build anything... Everything has gone...
..Run get the fire brigade...
Burn 'em all... those pervert preachers
Queer teachers
Burn 'em all... boring politicians,
Born again christians
Burn 'em all... pushers, bores, judges and whores
Burn, burn them all....
Writer(s): Clive Harvey Blake, Nicholas John Culmer, Chris David Exall
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