Who's Got a Match?

Which of the witches do you belong?
The one with the eyepatch or the one that’s highly strung
I know you can’t trust anyone
How do you capture a photograph?
Put it to sleep, pretend that you’re having a laugh
I know you thought you’d had the last
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
The midget is fridgid I put it to you
Who’s got a match? I’ve got the petrol to set it to
I know I shouldn’t have trusted you
It’s making me tense what you’re telling me
A series of facts that don’t compute the classic way
I guess I’m wrong again anyway
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn burn burn tonight
I’m a fire and I burn tonight
I’m a fire
I’m a fire and I burn tonight
I’m a fire
I’m a fire and I burn burn
I’m a fire and I burn burn
I’m a fire and I burn burn
I’m a fire and I burn burn
I’m a fire and I burn burn
I’m a fire and I burn burn
I’m a fire
I’m a fire
I’m a fire