Albert

Bobby

For gods sake, burn it down

Nothing ever burns down by itself

every fire needs a little bit of help

Give the anarchist a cigarette

Cos thats as close as hes ever gonna get

Bobby just hasnt 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