Yo! A protest march is guarded, on each side
By London's finest Metropolitan pride
There won't be trouble, batons left behind...
The tapes are runnin'... A marcher thinks that now is the time...
To make a statement, while still in her prime
She sets her clothes alight, several times...
The tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin'
In real time... Light the fire, watch'em burn. Light the fire, watch'em burn, watch'em burn
The lens man stands, behind the Police line...
Taking shots that he will soon decide...
What will make the headlines at nine
The tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin'...
In real time... Light the Fire, watch'em burn, light the Fire, watch'em burn

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Watch'em burn, watch'em burn, watch'em burn, Oh modulate,

Would you Clifford, light the fire... Light the fire, watch'em burn, light the fire, watch'em burn

[x2]
Watch'em burn, watch'em burn. Watch'em burn, watch'em burn. Hell, watch'em burn