As the machine wheels keep on turning
The metal folds under Merton's strain
Through the blood and smoke, through the sweat and fire
That forged the legacy of Cain
Between the old canal the factory wall
Where the glass lies broken on the concrete floor
And the molotov burns on the riot shields
Sirens howl in the glowing night
Grinding time under the millstone
Until you're too old and broken
And your bones are thin and your skin is raw
Mother guillotine waits with her arms open wide
For the bourgeoisie and the socialites
Counting up the heads as they role in the tide
And the bodies bleed into the dust and grime
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns
That's why the city burns