Riot Song

Some boys lit a fire way out in the fields

And they burnt down the crops that their fathers yield

And the men stood speechless at the sight

And the boys stood staring right by their side

Some boys lit a fire way out on the hill

And the dead wood caught and it's burning still

And the people stand and they all hold hands

And they sing together

We will shake hands with the devil and fate

We will bow to the keeper at the gate

We will pray forgiveness for all that we've done

And realize then we could never have won

Some boys set a fire out in the tress

Wind turned to furnace, set fire the leaves

The smoke was the warning lost in the breeze

We are all born with the same disease

Some boys lit a fire way out on the hill

And all the dead wood caught and it's burning still

And the people stand and they all hold hands

And they sing together

Our lives will never be the same

We will never forget this day

The sins of our fathers, turned us to the pyre

We set the mountain on fire

There's a riot on the streets of England

There's a riot on the streets of England, tonight