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That night I saw the flames flicker on the television set The vicar's tears fell as he faced the cameramen 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 And I know the devil better than himself There's no good fun in Heaven 'Cause we're 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 SongtexteSo I'll drink some more whiskey and I'll say them again My life is this war against their words Slaves to salvation and prayers to their lord I'll take up my seat next to Anton LaVey With a Molotov cocktail and a can of gasoline Oh, ashes up to Heaven Beautiful destruction I grew up by that light I was raised by that 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 Aus Songtexte Mania