So fire it is,
To make our dark streets cleen again,
Like a `reset` button to our lives,
like hands of god just dusting of the blackboard...
and with all we`ve worked for gone,
and all we cherished lost,
we can start again,
so play your violin and breathe the sulpher in,
take it on the chin as london sheds it`s skin,
play your violin and try and hide your grin as it burns away your sin,
and london sheds its skin,
`where are all your churches and libraries?
where are your books and memories?`
`we burned it all`