I. Burn the World

II. Change It

III. The Last Laugh

IV. My Home Is on the Water

V. Live in Peace

VI. Walkabout

VII. Desert Island

VIII. Burn the World (reprise)



Billy's on the street

Grabbing easy meat

With furious claims

Somebody's killed

Anger's spilled

Vengeance's flames



Robert's on the beat

Looking nice and neat

For a one-sided fight

In his uniform

Looking to perform

With a flashing blue light

He doesn't care

Anything's fair

'Cos he's always right

As the flames of night

Burn equal right

In the wind

Whispering



Why don't you

Burn the world



Sharon's in a state

Coming home late

She's got no escape

From Billy's brute force

To intercourse

In a frenzy of rape

Both defiled

By the crowded wild

As the time bomb of hate

Modernises demise

As Robert dies

In the same hail of lise

His masters devise

And pretend suprise

As fiery cries

Begin to rise

Whispering



Why don't you

Burn the world



Change it

Rearrange it

Derange it



In the name of burning spirit

The passanger on the planet

The guinea pig chasing sunset

To the last laugh he'll ever get



Hahahahahahaha



O no I don't believe it

The passanger guiding sunset

To the kill

To the kill

Fossilise it (my home)

To a standstill



Home is on the water

The rainbow warrior runs

Against the fashion passion(s)

Philosophies of guns

Where issues are invited

To front up savage fun

By the ignorant and spineless

Out of touch with 'everyone'

Home



I wish I had an acre

Instead of just a slot

Somewhere that I could take her

Where the world could mean a lot

Instead of being cyphers

In a brave new council block

With endless empty neighbours

And an ever bolted lock

Home



And soon I'll be taking my leave

Forever

Is it better to laugh than to grieve

When it doesn't matter

Whether I am evermore

Or whether I am

Anymore?

Home



Gonna paint my room like a desert island

With yellow sand and blue lagoon

Invite you all to come and live there

One afternoon

It'll be when no-one's looking

More likely that not

We'll close the door and turn the sky up

Find a good spot



Air fire water earth you were paradise

I'm sorry about me

I was under the impression

That you were free and easy



Gonna paint my room like a desert island

With clear skies and rising swell

Leave the creeps on the jaded horizon

In Wall Streets of Hell

I must say goodbye to the blindfold

And pursue the ideal

The planet becoming the hostess

Instead of the meal



Air fire water earth you were paradise

I'm sorry about me

I was under the impression

That you were free and easy

To plunder



Rubbish on the air

Everywhere

Blood pressure drives

Forests fall

At the beck and call

Of the cat with nine lives

The stratosphere

Can disappear

And have no effect

On the red of mars

Or the nearest stars

Or anything else

Except

The poems in the wind

Whispering

Why burn the world