Stoke the Fire Video (MV)

All out attack
Leave nothing to chance
From the high ground, scan below
A figure caught in advance
Bugs crawling
Over his body
His eyes shut as you stare
Now he finds himself on his own
Doesn't seem to care

He's got a birthright, a decree
A small boy, a machine
He can't fail or succeed
I can't imagine that he'd kneel for me
Oh, kneel for me

He won't talk, can't be bought
Brought up the British way
Some call him a whipping boy
He never had much to say
His stature and value
Increase every day
I've had enough of this dead end show
Got to put him away

He's got a birthright, a decree
A small boy, a machine
He can't fail or succeed
I can't imagine that he'd kneel for me
Oh, kneel for me

No more excuses
Found the solution
Provoke the violence
Stoke the fire

Winston Churchill:
Sure I am that this day now
We are the masters of our fate
That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable will-power
Salvation will not be denied us
In the words of the Psalmist, "We shall not be afraid"

He's got a birthright, a decree
A small boy, a machine
He can't fail or succeed
I can't imagine that he'd kneel for me
He's got a birthright, a decree
A small boy, a machine
He can't fail or succeed
I can't imagine that he'd kill for me
Oh, kill for me