If I ever get round to raising my army of disgruntled rentallers** and reclaiming londony-types' second, third and fourth homes for the locals, this is the song I intend to have blasting out behind me as the sun goes down and the glorious cleansing flames begin to spread.
(I'm not burning the homes down, that would be counter productive. Probably a couple of sheds though. And that Jesus Army APC thing that drives around Falmouth, it's always annoyed me***)
* I've just watched the entire third series of The Wire over two days. I might have gone a bit odd.
** I really like this phrase.
*** I'm just jealous because I want my own one.