Words

Telling strangers — go away
It doesn't matter what they say
Shun the Fridays, cobweb dreams
Play the games of ancient schemes

Papers write and the warning's out
Flashlights scream, the bloke was right
Haloes crawl in hairpin bends
If the story is good — it never ends

Comedies with haggard men
They start at six and go to ten
Harlequin enjoys the scene
Blowing up smiles and time
(Play to the gallery)

Politicians hold the key
It doesn't turn and they don't see
That roots of terror show mankind
That battle-fields are solid ground

Paint the walls it might do good
It's mostly shit but it is understood
Parliament won't call it war
You never know what words are for
It goes on



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