Albert! Bobby! For Gods sake, burn it down!
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help.
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help.
Give the anarchist a cigarette, because that's as close as he's ever gonna get.
Give the anarchist a cigarette. Bobby just hasn't earned it yet.
Give the anarchist a cigarette. The times are changing but he just forgets.
Give the anarchist a cigarette. He's gonna choke on his harmonica, Albert!
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help.
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help.
Give the anarchist a cigarette; a candy cig for the spoilt brat!
Give the anarchist a cigarette. We'll get Albert to write you a cheque.
Give the anarchist a cigarette, and he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet.
Give the anarchist a cigarette. You know I hate every popstar that I ever met!
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help.
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help.
- Jag förstår inte den här låten. —Tuss
- Inte jag heller, hade för mig att det var en låt som handlade om hur tufft det var att bränna ner saker men det verkar som om jag hade fel. —Sandra
- Instämmer, känns mest som att de vill säga anarkist & cigg hundra gånger. Kanske har sången en fin melodi? —elva
- Ganska.
- For Gods sake, burn it down!
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