Watch out. Might get your knees done in,
Cool flute bands. Orange but not the purple,
I'm an ordinary prod.
Burning down the lodge!
Hold tight. Wait till the marching's over,
Hold tight. We're in for nasty riots,
There has got to be a way,
Burning down the lodge!
Here's a brick now pack your sash: time to lob it at the cops,
The water canon is here.
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
(at an interface),
Fightin' fire with fire!
Sash wet. Hey you might need a raincoat,
Snake down. Dreams marchin' up the Falls.
Three hun-dred six-ty 11th nights,
Burning down the lodge!
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to the lambeg drum,
Gonna march in first place.
People on their way to work, baby what did you except,
Upturned taxi in flames!
My lodge. S'out of the ordinary,
That's might. Don't want to hurt nobody.
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet (like a plastic bullet),
Burning down the lodge!
No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet,
Every drum's baten together.
I don't know what Newsline says, starring into my TV set,
Fighting fire with fire!
Burning down the lodge.
Burning down the lodge.
Burning down the lodge.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNnAvTTaJjM
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