Burn-Up - Siouxsie And The Banshees

A crumpled future in your fist

The killing streak ascends sun-kissed

And the firestarter from within

Pokes out from fever blistered grin

King Salamander -- that’s his name

A desert maker -- that’s his aim

The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand

Eager and willing to torch the land

All fire and brimstone

This jack-o-lantern

He likes to watch the buildings burn

His ardour smoulders -- phosphorous flies

He radiates with urgence to hypnotize

Stoke the furnace -- feed his need

This thirst for fire is all he sees

He’s the blazing rubber making tracks

The blue touch paper at your back

All fire and brimstone

This salamander king

He basks whilst all around him burns

'Giddy-up, burn-up, not fade away'

These words ignite and pave his way

'Giddy-up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up'

He sings these words in fervid frame

All fire and brimstone

This jack-o-lantern

He likes to watch the pyres burn

Jack be nimble -- jack be quick

Jack jump over the candlestick