Never a Childhood Pyromaniac

Juan De Nova was never a childhood pyromaniac
Since his conception played it safe set sail and never looked back
Now he'’s owned by France
And rats and cats besmirched his true discovery
Give him one more chance
We'’ll burn the ferals of the sixteenth century

Wideawake field
I'’ll take this from you
I deserve what'’s mine
I'’ll burn Captain Cook's crew
The vermin
Will set alight
Under the humming
Of telecommunication satellites
Oh Ascension Island's busy tonight

And your six strong PD won't help you now
And your little sea turtles won'’t help us now
And our big blue sky can'’t help us now
Catharsis is all you can hope for
Juan De Nova was never a childhood pyromaniac well thank God for that

And through the carcassy smoke I see
A new life awaiting you and me
Depending on who you and I have decided to be, my love.
I know I can be aloof but this time I'’ll rain down from above
From the top of the green mountains and the pylons thereof,
And the navigation'’s shot and the eco-problems not forgot
But you stay here with me and we will rewrite history.
Oh, you can mine the guano and I will mine the coal
We'’ll eliminate the eyesores all the telegraph poles

And I'll unman the machines while you tend to the spices
We will harvest new life free of farming devices,
Whilst drinking outspoken Spanish wine erase mistakes of the past
Travel back in time disregarding the contemporary phone mast
Setting right modern crisis but
There'’s always trouble between little openings of paradises

-Thom