Arsonist’s Blues
Was a box in the bedroom
Silence-sided and capped with a fuse
All the edges read "rescue"
And the bottom was glued to love

That fight and fire! Oh, the arsonist’s blues
Just up one night and he burns down the school
Well if you hire the night, boy you’re bound to eventually lose your cool

Man come tumbling westward
Knew a bit about sixes and thirds
After a while all the hard words
They got to him inside

So in the cold and the dark night
In the silence, when no one was nigh
He could just make out that hard lie
Yeah, "hate will protect you"
Oh, hate will protect you, boy

That fight and fire! Oh, the arsonist’s blues
Just up one night and he burns down the school
Well if you hire the night, boy you’re bound to eventually lose your cool

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