We don’t need all those fancy things
Let them take their pick from what they find
The women, the silver and the wine
And then they’ll lose their minds

We don’t need all those fancy things
The bread and water will serve us fine
We’ll burn the city to the ground
And [bad word] for miles

Between the skyline and the starlight
 [bad word] tonight

So we’ll burn the city to the ground my love
Let them see the sky red with fire
We’ll burn the city to the ground my love
Let them see the smoke for miles and miles
They’ll see the smoke for miles and miles

We don’t need all those fancy things
Their fate is left for them to decide
They’ll freeze to death in a month
Or they’ll burn alive

We don’t need all those fancy things
We’ll kindle everything we find
We’ll bury the bones beneath the ash
And rebuild it higher

Between the skyline and the starlight
 [bad word] tonight

So we’ll burn the city to the ground my love
Let them see the sky red with fire
We’ll burn the city to the ground my love
Let them see the smoke for miles and miles
They’ll see the smoke for miles and miles

 [bad word]  [bad word] away from home,
Your house is on fire, your children have gone

So burn the city to the ground