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