Burn, little girl

She had dreams of blue
On a timeless piece of paper
But she had no clue
Which way led to her maker

To discuss an enigmatic plan
She invited people of many likes
The fool, the preacher, the butcher
A blind man swirling his knife
Her friend wizard, out of sight
Even a fiddler smoking pipes

Burn little girl, burn little girl
Set the world on fire
Burn little girl, burn little girl
It’s your desire

A birdman scratching his chin
A little dwarf who came for a drink
A cyclopean white-feathered dove
Mediating conversations, crusted in the alcove
A pair of siamese sisters with ribbons on their heads
Her teddy bear with polka-dots around his neck
A gorgeous boy who knows parkour
An ugly other who knows l’amour

Burn little girl, burn little girl
Set the world on fire
Burn little girl, burn little girl
It’s your desire

Sat them all around a table
Poured their glasses with red wine
Some fresh coke for the youngsters
And some tea from a British dike
Drawing sketches on reams of paper
Dungeons and chambers that go for miles
Creaky cell doors, disturbing skeletons
A sun hidden amid bone piles

Set to find the old fart king
who conceived a world from within

Burn little girl, burn little girl
Set the world on fire
Burn little girl, burn little girl
It’s your desire