Old de Spain oppressing me
Promised wealth and fields of gold
Bright sunlight has blinded me
He ran my life, mankin style
So now I burn burn burn burn burn
To never return
Oh, oh, ohh
Old de Spain has a harvest mind
His cracking whip had marked my back
Oh I was taxed for piles of cash
So I got a can of gazoline
To burn burn burn burn burn
And never return
Oh, oh, ohh
Old de Spain hiding ´neath his rug
Stop pulling my strings you smug ol' thug
Oh, this can is ripe for my revolt
This brand of fire and flames is now meant for you
So you'll burn burn burn burn burn
And when the sky is colored red
And I'm on my way to another town
Oh I will get my freedom sir
Make my own rules play my own strings
So burn burn burn burn burn
And never return
Oh, oh, ohh
