Madness highway Driving to the edge of fate You say come what may In our heyday, we'd mould our world out of clay Looks like the bed you made you'll lay ♪ London's burning Burning itself to the ground Looks like we got nothing left to take Oceans parting Could you swim to the other side? Or drown beneath the lies? ♪ Little island thinks that it's a globe Shut its doors It implodes Youth uprising We don't want to go If you shut your doors, you implode London's burning (London's burning, London's burning) Burning itself to the ground (to the ground, to the ground, to the ground, to the ground) London's burning (London's burning, London's burning) Burning itself to the ground (itself to the ground) Looks like we got nothing left to take