Wake up straight
Caught out by the sun
on the first day of April
Out of bed
Thought it was a plane crash
But I'm sure that I was dreaming
TV on, of course
caffeine,
a science
of submission again
Another day
On this little Island
Just a bell hangs on
Porridge done
I take my kid to school
It was the pound
shop, Woolworth's
Under bridge
Where the subway sees
the daytime
and the west way flies
by
Then on my bike
down the Ladbroke
Grove
to the forthcoming
dramas
the studio
and a love of all
sweet music
we just cant let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
So meditate
on what we've all
become
on a cold day in
springtime
Civil War
is what we all where all
born into
Raise Your left hand,
right, sing
Dont capitulate to
The forces of the
market place
they're long departed
Consolidate
The love we have
together
on a cold day in
springtime
