Walls signed with autographs,
Ceilings full of echoed laughs,
Something’s disappear.
Gurus on roller skates,
Capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared.
A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to it’s grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.
Organ tinkling organ,
Marriage planning children,
Spinning, round and round.
Rusty swings and roundabouts,
Disco’s full of layabouts,
Nowhere to be found.
A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to it’s grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.
Come on then we’ll go down there,
Let’s see the local ash tray,
Let’s see if we can be happy,
We’ll mess about just you and me,
I must try to make it home before tea.
Walls signed with autographs,
Ceilings full of echoed laughs,
Something’s disappear.
Gurus on roller skates,
Capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared.
A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to it’s grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.
A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to it’s grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.
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