Mr. Catesby, do you have a light
They're indignant to our plight
We're together in this fight
I packed the barrels tight
Mr. Catesby, we follow the flame
We all curse the reign
Of that bastard King James
And the book that bears his name

36 barrels
Will level this place
Bring down his grace
Our metal he will face
36 barrels
Tied to a fuse
I do refuse
To be ruled by you

Mr. Catesby, we have been betrayed
Fawkes has given names
Then broke his neck for shame
But killed as all the same

36 barrels
Will level this place
Bring down his grace
Our metal he will face
36 barrels
Tied to a fuse
I do refuse
To be ruled by you

36 barrels
Will level this place
Bring down his grace
Our metal he will face
36 barrels
Tied to a fuse
I do refuse
To be ruled by you
36 barrels
Tied to a fuse
I do refuse
To be ruled by you