| Lyrics: | 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 its
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 its 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 its
grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave. |
