All the houses in the capital*
Lay black as coal against the sky
The people from our lonesome street
Have been gone for quite some time
Though the sun has gone down for the night
The air is glowing like a stove
We've all got nothing else to do
We'll build a fire to keep us warm
Burn, burn
Burn away this empty town
Burn burn burn
Burn us to the ground
Grab the flintlock from the cellar box
get the boys to find some wood
there's logs a plenty up the boulevard
where the residences stood
though the sun has gone down for the night
the air is glowing like a stove
we've all got nothing else to do
we'll build a fire to keep us warm

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