| Song | The World's On Fire |
| Artist | The Housemartins |
| Album | The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death |
| 作曲 : Stan Cullimore/Paul Heaton | |
| 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 | |
| {Oh-ho!} What a beautiful morning | |
| {Oh-ho!} What a beautiful day | |
| {Oh-ho!} 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 our Church the falmes grow higher | |
| {The World's on Fire} | |
| There's a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in England | |
| There's a couple misbehabving when they should've been praising Sunday | |
| And there's a bounce in a walk and the neighbours stop to talk for hours | |
| And when eyebrows are raised at the next song of praise come Monday | |
| {Oh-ho!} What a beautiful morning | |
| {Oh-ho!} What a beautiful day | |
| {Oh-ho!} 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 our Church the falmes grow higher | |
| {The World's on Fire} | |
| The world's on fire! |
| zuò qǔ : Stan Cullimore Paul Heaton | |
| 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 | |
| Ohho! What a beautiful morning | |
| Ohho! What a beautiful day | |
| Ohho! 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 our Church the falmes grow higher | |
| The World' s on Fire | |
| There' s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in England | |
| There' s a couple misbehabving when they should' ve been praising Sunday | |
| And there' s a bounce in a walk and the neighbours stop to talk for hours | |
| And when eyebrows are raised at the next song of praise come Monday | |
| Ohho! What a beautiful morning | |
| Ohho! What a beautiful day | |
| Ohho! 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 our Church the falmes grow higher | |
| The World' s on Fire | |
| The world' s on fire! |