Queima Ele

Burn him, Jesus, burn him
Burn him, Jesus, burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him in our midst he cannot stay

For you who call yourself a prophet called to prophesy
But he doesn't prophesy anything and only knows how to invent
Oh prophet I tell you: You have almost convinced me
But when that fire fell, your cloak melted

Burn him, Jesus, burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him in our midst he cannot stay

For you who call yourself a singer called to praise
But you don't sing at all and only know how to imitate
Look singer I tell you you almost convinced me
But when fire fell your cloak melted

Burn him Jesus, burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him in our midst he cannot stay

For you who say you are a pastor called to shepherd
But you don't feed anything and only know how to spread
Look pastor, I tell you, you almost convinced me
But when that fire fell your cloak melted

Fire on him, Jesus, fire on him
In our midst he cannot stay

Burn him, Jesus, burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him, burn him, Jesus
Burn him in our midst he cannot stay