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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
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