They’re burning trees in Budapest -There’s a forest fire in Budapest

They’re burning the trees in city park

There’s a fire in their heart

There’s a smell of timber in the streets

And the logs are loading up the cart

There’s fungi eating up the wood

and a disease in the bark

There’s a war between the bad and good

And they’re burning the trees in city park

The branches are barren and bare

The fertility of the city

Is on fire, like Hell's lair

They’re attacking her womb

And from the rotten roots

Grow twisted trunks

So, they’re selling her shoots from car boots

Giving the dogs back their bites

While taking away their bark

Not letting them sleep with the drunks

They’re burning the trees in city park

There’s a canker in the heart

There’s a smell of bonfires in the air

There’s a pest eating us apart

There’s a worm in the pear

There’s a bug within the leaf

And a cancer eats at government

There’s the breeding ground for our grief

Corruption written on the walls of Parliament