There is truth beneath the floorboards;
there is hope in brick and stone
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
leave well enough alone
But I think maybe all that's needed,
is a match and gasoline;
because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning

But I will see this city burn

There are still good shepherds scattered,
but they're far between and few
And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through
And I think maybe all that's need is some gas and open flame,
because I don't think that any one of them believes that fire can erase their names

But I will see this city burn
I said I will see this city burn

We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain

I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE

There is truth beneath the floorboards;
there is hope in brick and stone
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
leave well enough alone
But I think that maybe all that's needed is some flint and hardened steel;
because I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real

We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain

I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE

It will burn