Who's Got A Match - Frank Turner

Which of the witches do you belong?

The one with the eyepatch or the one that’s highly strung

I know you can’t trust anyone

How do you capture a photograph?

Put it to sleep, pretend that you’re having a laugh

I know you thought you’d had the last

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

The midget is fridgid I put it to you

Who’s got a match?

I’ve got the petrol to set it to

I know I shouldn’t have trusted you

It’s making me tense what you’re telling me

A series of facts that don’t compute the classic way

I guess I’m wrong again anyway

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight

I’m a fire and I burn tonight

I’m a fire

I’m a fire and I burn tonight

I’m a fire

I’m a fire and I burn burn

I’m a fire and I burn burn

I’m a fire and I burn burn

I’m a fire and I burn burn

I’m a fire and I burn burn

I’m a fire and I burn burn

I’m a fire

I’m a fire

I’m a fire