Everything Burns

See the arsonist standing in the burning sun With the stars and the stripes and the Tommy Gun I wonder how long can he make this last? I wonder if he's smiling underneath that mask, I wonder Setting fire to the hills And it's spreading 'round 'Til the streets turn hotter than hell on the ground A fool with a fire and a poison pen A mob full of half a million angry men Everything burns Everything burns One little spark to a flame And now everything, everything Everything burns Hear the thunder in the halls when he walks this way See the lightning strike when they scream his name I wonder what it takes to make that kind of man? Who's holding up a match beside a kerosene can, I wonder But the arsonist hasn't got a doubt in his mind He's a front-page pyro, he's a sign of the times There's too many fired-up matchstick men And it's too late to walk it back again Everything burns Everything burns One little spark to a flame And now everything burn-burn-burns, burns Everything burns See the arsonist burning in the setting sun With the stars and the stripes, now the work is done Smoke is ascending from the blackened plain Ash and cinders are all that remain Everything burns Everything burns One little spark to a flame And now everything, everything Everything burns Everything burns