Another bit of experimenting, this time to the tune of Cohen's "Democracy".
As for the chorus, "Would it be" = "Democracy", "wrong" = "coming".
I also chose not to follow his rhyming of the ending of the 7th and 9th line of every stanza with the ending of the chorus, simply because 'burn' doesn't easily rhyme with a lot of words - and I'd need a lot here.
** = the forum won't render the word normally, probably due to some obscenity filter.
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I see a man who lost his job today,
I see him walking home, I see him pray.
I see him on the streets,
having failed to pay the thieves,
I see he's angry at the god who failed.
I see the youngsters beat him
and I see us all go by:
the kick, the punch, the screaming -
the curse of humankind.
Would it be wrong
to wanna see it burn?
The candle burns bright and clear
with justice, joy and tears.
It's burning at both ends
and the message that it sends
is a purifying, penetrating fear.
"I am beta, I am psi,
I'm the root of David's tree.
I bring the sea and sky to tremble
with the birth of me."
Would it be wrong
to wanna see it burn?
The light burns bright in the eyes
of vermin, men and mice.
It rides a burning horse
and it causes every cause
from Einstein to microscopic lice.
The man, the calf, the eagle
burn with equal fervency;
the strong, the wise, the feeble
race to meet their destiny.
Would it be wrong
to wanna see it burn?
Burn down, burn down
the weeds from which we grow!
May the greener be
the field of destiny
with the seeds of beauty sown.
Burn down, burn down, burn down, burn down!
Life is a double-edged b(i)t(c)h**
the fire makes her cognisance itch.
She burst from nebulae
to copulate with glee,
she gave the hairy simians a twitch.
Balaam was hers, and Jezebel
the four and twenty, too;
the holy second amendment
she brought about for you.
Would it be wrong
to wanna see it burn?
The T-Rex stands, looking at the dawn
burning red with promises forlorn.
He sees his mother Earth embrace
this promising new birth;
he knows his time has come for moving on.
He lifts his mighty lips to sing
his last halleluja-ah,
he sees this furry little thing
escape the Gomorra-ah.
Would it be wrong
to wanna see it burn?
Burn down, burn down
the weeds from which we grow!
May the greener be
the field of destiny
with the seeds of beauty sown.
Burn down, burn down, burn down, burn down!
At dusk, the light is red and warm;
we wait to see the night be born.
The dark is light asleep,
and joy is, when we weep,
more radiant than if we never mourn.
The horses race now neck and neck,
the whips are burning bright;
the wisdom of Melchizedek
is coming to its right.
Would it be wrong
to wanna see it burn?
(to wanna see it burn)