All the houses in the capital* Lay black as coal against the sky The people from our lonesome street Have been gone for quite some time Though the sun has gone down for the night The air is glowing like a stove We've all got nothing else to do We'll build a fire to keep us warm Oh, Burn, burn Burn away this empty town Burn burn burn Burn us to the ground Grab the flintlock from the cellar box Get the boys to find some wood There's logs a plenty up the boulevard Where the residences stood Though the sun has gone down for the night The air is glowing like a stove We've all got nothing else to do We'll build a fire to keep us warm