On Tooting Broadway station   I knelt down and wept   My hands hit the concrete floor   Until my fingers bled      I will cut him out of my heart   I will leave these tears in pools   Tripped over these pourings   Tripped over his feelings   I've cut him out of my heart      Burn, burn his clothes   Burn everything he owned   And the empty chamber left   I'll carry around as this hollowness   That drags in my voice      Burn, burn it all   Burn, burn it all   Benedictory fire   Blessing of these burns      Burn, burn it all   Burn, burn it all   Benedictory fire   Blessing of these burns      On Tooting Broadway station   I lay down and slept   The concrete for a pillow   Fingers in bandages      I cut him out, I lie here dry   I unstitched the bindweed of love      Burn, burn his clothes   Burn everything he owned   And the empty chamber left   I'll carry around as this hollowness   That drags in my voice      Burn, burn it all   Burn, burn it all   Benedictory fire   Blessing of these burns      Burn, burn it all   Burn, burn it all   Benedictory fire   Blessing of these burns      My John of Arc   My John of Arc   My John of Arc   My John of Arc      Burn, burn it all   Burn, burn it all   Benedictory fire   Blessing of these burns      Give me his charred heart   Give me his fillings   And God, give me God to forgive me      Burn, burn it all   Burn, burn it all   Benedictory fire   Blessing of these burns      My John of Arc   My John of Arc   My John of Arc   Fire, fire, fire, fire      My John of Arc   My John of Arc   My John of Arc   Fire, fire, fire, fire      Fire, fire, fire, fire   Fire, fire, fire, fire   Fire, fire, fire, fire      My John of Arc