Burn

I bought a new pack of matches for you
Dressed them in ribbons all pretty
And I smile at the thought of the damage they do
‘Cause you’ve courage to do what I’m bidding.

The belfry, the bowery, the well-water too.
The constant misgiving of living.
So shall I burn! So shall I burn.
So shall I burn! So shall I burn.

There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do
To strip you and wrap you in scarlet.
Your elegant angel’s got nothing to prove
‘Cause she knows that you’ve nothing to offer

And the incense still rising and hellfire flow,
I feel like I’m drowning or something,
And so shall I burn! So shall I burn.
So shall I burn! So shall I burn.

Mr. Pandora is dancing for you,
Done up in laces and collars.
A perfume, a sticky sweet song sung for two.
I’ll watch her and watch you and pray now that
So shall I burn! So shall I burn.
So shall I burn! So shall I burn.
So shall I burn! So shall I burn,
oh, gotta burn! So shall I burn.
Oh, so shall I burn, oh, burn, oh, burn
So shall I burn.