Burnin' alive, set my soul on [bad word]  with a gun, this place is gonna burn
No firewater, or novacaine
No thunderstorm, no John Wayne
No kids to rock, nowhere [bad word] So watch out 'cause this place is gonna burn

Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive

They be smokin' your hide, [bad word]  wild
Tell you nothin' to fear, cause the buck stops here!
He came from a little town called Hope
And someday, maybe, it'll go up in smoke

No firewater, or novacaine,
No thunderstorm, and no John Wayne
No kids to rock, nowhere [bad word] So watch out, cause this place is gonna burn

Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
It's an all out war, an all out war
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive

Somewhere, there's a little town called Hope
and someday, maybe baby, he'll inhale that smoke!

Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive

It's an all out war, an all out war
Hear the battle roar, it's an all out war
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, Burnin' alive

Watch the place burn down

(c) Angus Young, Malcolm Young