Tobacco’s Last Stand Guided by Voices

I heard you but the problem is
I didn't hear you both
You're coming through
Like we're 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 attachments stay attached
Until destroyed by a match?

Watch it burn light in the night
Watch it burn light in the night

Falklands is a soul
Falklands is 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