Poor Souls of Pompeii (The)

Burn Burn Burn
I sat up all night despite the creepinglures of sleep, I've waited patientlyfor word of you to come.It didn't come, it didn't come, it never comesSo I listen to the voices on the insideof my skull, last night I heard them give their game awayAnd a fishhook did catch me right in my eye andWe are surrounded, and their claims are unfoundedYour Honour, I swear my mind was cloudedI meant no harm.And when they touch their torches to the floor,the witches burn, the witches burnSo gather 'round, you mighty men of straw,and watch them Burn, Burn, Burn!Let's take off the handbrake and plummet downhillYour erratic behaviour gets me stillMy pulse increases every timeI'd rather you lied, rather you lied, rather you lied andWe are surrounded, and their claims are unfounded,Your Honour, I swear my mind was clouded,Et cetera, Lah-dee-dah.And when they touch their torches to the floor,the witches burn, the witches burnLetras de cancionesSo gather 'round, you mighty men of straw,and watch them Burn, Burn, Burn!So gather 'round, you mighty men of straw,and watch them Burn, watch them burn.Come on and touch your torches to the floorand watch them Burn, Burn, Burn!When they touch their torches to the floor,the witches burn, the witches burn.Come on and touch your torches to the floor,and watch them burn, burn, burn.So gather 'round, you mighty men of straw,and watch them burn, watch them burn.Come on and touch your torches to the floor,and watch them burn, burn burn!So gather 'round you mighty men of straw... From Letras Mania