There's a couple sunbathing on
A freshly mown lawn in england
It's a house with a view and all you see
Is green and blue for miles
The local vicar has pretended that
The church is well attended this morning
As he wanders without purpose to
The Sunday service he smiles
What a beautiful morning
What a beautiful day
What a sickening feeling
It took this long to make it
Now we re throwing it away
Now, I was told not to play with fire
I said, look out church the flames grow higher
I said, watch those flames lick that spire
I said, look out church the flames grow higher
(The world's on fire)
There's a curtain closed early in
An upstairs room in england
There's a couple misbehaving when
They should've been praising Sunday
And there's a bounce in the walk and
The neighbors stop to talk for hours
And when eyebrows are raised at
The next song of praise come Monday
What a beautiful morning
What a beautiful day
What a sickening feeling
It took this long to make it
Now we re throwing it away
Now, I was told not to play with fire
I said, look out church the flames grow higher
I said, watch those flames lick that spire
I said, look out church the flames grow higher
(The world's on fire)
