E
It's a slow burning pyre
        A               E
And the toll is getting higher
        E
Put the coal onto the fire
        B7                 E
For the Lord a hellfire to roar

It's a low smoldering pyre
And quiet flame seems tired
Put a fag-got on the fire
For the Lord loves his hellfire to roar

       C#m        G#
If the city's the tinder
   A       E
An A.R. fifteen 
       C#m     G#
Is the flint a heart
    A           E
For all that whipping
B
Through all the winter
C#m     A              E         B        E
Add gasoline and we'll have us a barbecue Lord!

It's a cold smoking pyre
Sodomites and liars
Put the fuel onto the fire
For the Lord loves his hellfire to roar

If sin is the tinder
An AR-15 
Is the flint my heart
For all that whipping
Burn it to cinder 
With gasoline and we'll have us a barbeque Lord!