(Popeye)
Someone said he's coming
Makes your backbone crawl
He's coming out again
Knocking on peoples doors
He has one ambition
Watch the people glow
Ignite them with his matches and
Watch the fire grow
Malicious ambitious
Malicious ambition
There's ruins in his wake
They're black and burnt and broken
His mental state provides the key
Nothing's left un-opened
Torch the building
Torch the chrome
Torch the shredded paper
From your mother to the grave
From your mother to the grave
There's nothing here can save you
Malicious ambitious
Malicious ambition
Watch the fire grow.