Like the burning of HarlownYou'll learn something tonightnLike the plague of tomorrownSome chances don't give twicenSo, can you show menThe innocence in sexnWith purple crossesnTied around your necksnYou're right, right?nnWe burn right where we stand.nWe burn.nnMake us proud.nShut your mouth.nnTell all the womennTell all the childrennTo clear the streetsnWe'll show who's watchingnJust what you're thinkingnWhen your head's spilled n the concretennLet's see you walk away.