Some boys lit a fire way out in the fields And they burnt down the crops that their fathers yield And the men stood speechless at the sight And the boys stood staring right by their side Some boys lit a fire way out on the hill And the dead wood caught and it's burning still And the people stand and they all hold hands And they sing together We will shake hands with the devil and fate We will bow to the keeper at the gate We will pray forgiveness for all that we've done And realize then we could never have won Some boys set a fire out in the tress Wind turned to furnace, set fire the leaves The smoke was the warning lost in the breeze We are all born with the same disease Some boys lit a fire way out on the hill And all the dead wood caught and it's burning still And the people stand and they all hold hands And they sing together Our lives will never be the same We will never forget this day The sins of our fathers, turned us to the pyre We set the mountain on fire There's a riot on the streets of England There's a riot on the streets of England, tonight