Lyrics:

I looked across the square and watched a tourist burning in blue fire, they had gasoline that burned in all colors by then. Just look at them out there all those little figures dissolving in light, rather like fairy land, isn't it? Except for the smell of gasoline and burning flesh
Rather like fairy land, isn't it?
your land is 1-8-0 degrees
your land is 1-8-0 degrees
Rather like fairy land, isn't it?
Rather like fairy land, isn't it?
your land is 1-8-0 degrees
your land is 1-8-0 degrees
your land is 1-8-0 degrees
your land is 1-8-0 degrees