That night I saw the flames flicker on the television set
The vicar's tears fell as he faced the camera men
And my mother grabbed her crucifix and drew in her breath
"It's suspected arson" the newsreader said
My life was reborn into that incendiary darkness
It brought to mind the great writers of satanic verses
From that truth my eyes glowed with unholy illumination
From the matchstick spark until the final glowing embers
I'm called by the light
Of burning churches
I'm saved by the light
Of burning churches
I was always the altar boy and never a thief
Part of the choir and friends with the priest
But it all changed when those prayer books went up in flames
Childhood on fire consumed in the blaze
Now I smoke all my opportunities right down to the filter
I don't regret a single fucking moment of my future
I know the devil better than himself
And there's no good fun in heaven
Cause I'm down here raising hell
I'm called by the light
Of burning churches
I'm saved by the light
Of burning churches
There's plenty of things that should be left unsaid
So I'll drink some more whiskey and say them again
My life is this war against their words
Slaves to salvation and the prayers of the lord
I'll take up my seat next to Anton LaVey
With a Molotov cocktail and a can of gasoline
Ashes up to heaven
Beautiful destruction
I grew up by that light
I was raised by the light
BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
Burning Churches!
I'm called by the light
Of burning churches
I'm saved by the light
Of burning churches
I'm called by the light
Of burning churches
I'm saved by the light
Of burning churches
