"Tobacco's Last Stand" lyrics

I heard you, what the problem is
I didn't hear you both
You're coming through
Like weird electric jive

Bumming your roll
I'm playing your role
Will you love me come Saturday?
Yeah, I know it's too hard to plan it
And will the attachment stay attached?
Until destroyed by a match

Watch it burn alight in the night
Watch it burn alight in the night

Fire cleanses the soul
Fire cleanses a spirit
But I don't wanna hear it
Through a box with wires
I wanna taste it with my own two eyes

Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, baby, burn