He's a hellfire preacher, a heretic reacher
He'll kick a hole through the walls of your soul and he's very pleased to meet you
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of the risen Son
Be ye alive or be ye dead man cannot live alone by bread
When you feel your spirit sinking and run into the ground,
It's not only wishful thinking, you can burn it all down
Little girls striking matches, fascinating how quick it catches,
Don't go buy a Gameboy, a flame thrower will bring you joy