Lyrics:

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 categorize their death camps
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

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 bureaucrats 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

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

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