eautiful to live in poverty
  Just to spite what they're selling
  Take a thousand hits to prove the rest and I'll move in
  Millimeters still won't mean shit against well-done subversion
    Fathers of invention will one day turn in their graves
  When their own sons and daughters
  Manifest destiny into a lesson to others
  ? my cripple ? categorize their deathcamps, they're all dead ?
    [Chorus:]
  Burn Burn Burn
  Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
  And Burn Burn Burn
  The histories they stole from us
  One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
  And cringe, and rack guns of shame (or at records of shame...)
    [Chorus (again)]
    Well it may take a team of well-rounded hoodlums
  In full riot gear to unrest objection
  A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists
  When beaurocrats start dying from cancer
    There are already businessmen who'll market bottled water
  And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target
  Seven approaching a measure off the map
  And you'll see me dance in the street once again
    [Chorus x2]
    And it'll Burn Burn Burn like they did to the Anarchists
  And it'll Burn Burn Burn like the histories they stole from us
  One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
  And give apologies for a miserably acted perfection
    [Chorus x2]