woke up this mornin , to a strange thought in my head
rattled the chains and trains and tracks of doubt
a siren blast a flashing light
a sax a trumpet a slide trombone
strike up the band 1 2 3 4 5
music is dead but i am alive

so i roved out to beat the fields
a blackthorn stick up mangans lane
saw colours dancing among the leaves
we gave our all ,our hearts our time
one more song before the break
then lay we down our souls to take

i weaved a dream grew wings and flew
over sulphur water i soared and swooped
thru city landscape i scattered ashes
dropped my bombs of sad n blue
we,ed love to play yez one more tune
alas the cat has fucked the spoon

and as i lie here me body froze
think of the traitors that dominic told
would sell our birthrights for lumpsa clay
the divvil has your rooms a waitin
so good night been good to know ya
we well be back ,on with the show
homeless harry