The Arsonist

There is truth beneath the floorboards; There is hope in brick and stone 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 needed 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