London's burning   London's burning      All across the town, all across the night   Everbody's driving with full head-lights   Black or white, you turn it on   And face the new religion   Everbody's sitting round watching television      London's burning (with boredom now)   London's burning (dial 9-9-9-9-9)   London's burning (with boredom now)   London's burning (dial 9-9-9-9-9)      I'm up and down the Westway, in and out the lights   What a great traffic system, it's so bright   I can't think of a better way to spend the night   Than speeding around underneath the yellow lights      London's burning (with boredom now)   London's burning (dial 9-9-9-9-9)   London's burning (with boredom now)   London's burning (dial 9-9-9-9-9)      Now I'm in the subway, and I'm looking for the flat   This one leads to this block, this one leads to that   The wind howls through the empty blocks   Looking for a home   I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone      London's burning (with boredom now)   London's burning (dial 9-9-9-9-9)   London's burning (with boredom now)   London's burning (dial 9-9-9-9-9)      London's burning