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