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There s a couple misbehaving when they should ve been praising sunday, the world s on fire
The world s on fire, i was told not to play with fire
i was told not to play with fire
Look out church the flames grow higher, now we re throwing it away
Look out church the flames grow higher, watch those flames lick that spire The, the world s on fire
And when eyebrows are raised at the next song of praise come monday, watch those flames lick that spire, what a sickening feeling
The local vicar has pretended that the church is well attended this morning, it s a house with a view and all you see is green and blue for miles Fire, there s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in england
Look our church the falmes grow higher, the world s on fire
look out church the flames grow higher
Look our church the falmes grow higher, and there s a bounce in a walk and the neighbours stop to talk for hours, what a beautiful day
Look our church the falmes grow higher, there s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in england
The local vicar has pretended that the church is well attended this morning, there s a couple sunbathing on a freshly mown lawn in england, there s a couple misbehaving when they should ve been praising sunday
I was told not to play with fire, what a sickening feeling, what a beautiful day
i was told not to play with fire
What a beautiful morning, there s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in england Housemartins, now we re throwing it away
Look out church the flames grow higher, the local vicar has pretended that the church is well attended this morning
it s a house with a view and all you see is green and blue for miles
the world s on fire
the world s on fire
the world s on fire
The world s on fire, there s a couple misbehaving when they should ve been praising sunday The, look our church the falmes grow higher
look our church the falmes grow higher
The world s on fire, look out church the flames grow higher
What a beautiful morning, now we re throwing it away
It took this long to make it, it s a house with a view and all you see is green and blue for miles, what a beautiful morning
I was told not to play with fire, watch those flames lick that spire
Now we re throwing it away, i was told not to play with fire
There s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in england, watch those flames lick that spire Housemartins, as he wanders without purpose to the sunday service he smiles
And when eyebrows are raised at the next song of praise come monday, what a beautiful morning The, there s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in england
it took this long to make it
the world s on fire
It took this long to make it, there s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in england, what a beautiful day
what a beautiful day
the world s on fire
what a beautiful morning
look our church the falmes grow higher
And there s a bounce in a walk and the neighbours stop to talk for hours, now we re throwing it away