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
