(Popeye) Someone said he's coming Makes your backbone crawl He's coming out again Knocking on peoples doors He has one ambition Watch the people glow Ignite them with his matches and Watch the fire grow Malicious ambitious Malicious ambition There's ruins in his wake They're black and burnt and broken His mental state provides the key Nothing's left un-opened Torch the building Torch the chrome Torch the shredded paper From your mother to the grave From your mother to the grave There's nothing here can save you Malicious ambitious Malicious ambition Watch the fire grow.