[G. Rodgers / R. Martinez] Burn, Satan, burn Burn, Satan, burn The separations coming, the sheep from the goats There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hope For all our friends that you've got hold And made them slaves they don't know For them I will not sin in ceasing to pray But I'll be glad when your damned, time will not delay Burn, Satan, burn Burn, Satan, burn The separations coming, the sheep from the goats There are only two sides, no inbetweeners hope For now we must deal with it as it is unto this day We wrestle not against flesh and blood, so we'll be glad to say Burn, Satan, burn Burn, Satan, burn