Beautiful 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    Sent away my crippled, let the old ones catagorize their deathcamps, they're all dead       It'll burn burn burn    Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes    And burn burn burn    Like the histories they stole from us    One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice    And cringe, and rack guns of shame (*3)       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       It'll burn burn burn    Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes    And burn burn burn    Like the histories they stole from us    One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice    And cringe, and rack guns of shame (*3)       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 immeasurably acted perfection       Burn burn burn    Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes    And burn burn burn    Like the histories they stole from us    One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice    And cringe, and rack guns of shame (*2)