A canal made by hand
Running through the very heart
Won't forget you

The theatres and the venues
Entertaining when it's raining
Won't forget you

Quiet pubs and loud clubs
Sanctuaries for us all
Won't forget you

Office blocks and the nearby docks
Providing stability and a wage
Won't forget you

Taxis, buses, rickshaws or cycles
Ferrying us around our city
Won't forget you

The shops and the food halls
Giving us so much freedom
Won't forget you

The people we live amongst
Through their thoughts and prayer
Won't forget you

Forget the sharp black horns
Or the points of the blood red fork
The frightening red skinned monster
Is defying the angels talk

Cause the devil has changed its image
He's found a new way to win
Creeping into human vessels
That succumb and let him in

Gratuitous acts of violence
Generated by his wicked untruth
With engine, gun or knife
Gloriously delivering us prove

Lurking in the civilian shadows
Waiting for the time of attack
This world now has a new danger
It's the devil that wears the backpack

From my window I see it daily
All withered and tangled in a mess
Its leaves have a long time fallen
Now a spectical so hard to digest
Through the rain I watch it stand
No friends no companion no life
Beautiful yet utterly haunting
Bark all broken by pen and by knife
Theres a nest sitting in the branches
The more I look the more I smile
A tree has now gained some purpose
For years or maybe for a little while
And then a thought enters my head
Which only time can let us see
Will I watch it crash and tumble
Or is that tree going to out live me

I walk through the happiness as it falls like rain
Ignoring the sheet of shallowness
A wonderous feeling plays with my brain
Because no more am I waltzing in the hallowness
Many a time I have stood on the edge
And peered into a dark and murky abyss
Then I made myself a cast iron pledge
To only saunter amongst the joy and the bliss
Foolhardy or unrealistic it may appear
Calamitous and dangerous it can often seem
But everyone in this world can stop fear
Stamp on it, clean it up and make it gleam
Let a scream from your lungs ring out
Beat your chest in a defiant fashion
Things that once made you cry and shout
Have been replaced by a peaceful and undying passion

Dance into the moonlight
Make noise with the wine
Flirt seductively with the night
But always leave the door open for me

Mingle joyously through the crowd
Keep your mind away from trouble
And the shadows that begin to shroud
Then leave the door open for me

Your head will get weary and dull
And you limbs will feel lose and weak
Thoughts will creep and pull
Please leave the door open for me

Cause I am the conscience
A logical in a world of mad
I choose to ignore all the nonsense
Always leave the door open for me

Mad as a hatter
Stupid as a teapot
Trapped in a fools fur

Brain of sand
Thoughts of jelly
Trying to be a man

A grin of insanity
The face of a clown
Nobody knows his name

Walking along humming a tune
Which makes no sense at all
Maybe only to him

But the world needs a loser
People need to be entertained
Cause his antics create a stir

Stir crazy or just barking
Untouched by the sense of the common
But he still has a place on this earth

Sit down in the booth if you like
A clergy man pristine in black and white says
Toil and sweat will make a man of you
But confession will make you better yet
Tell me all your trials and tribulations
To sin is to act without care
Not a person upon our lords Earth
Hasn't done something their ashamed of
But God will relieve your burden
Financial, brutal, cruel and disgraced
The clergy will hear it all
A man or a woman will cry or sigh
When they unravel everything into the wood
Be on your way with gods blessing
My son, daughter or child
He has forgiven you for you sins
Now go off into the night and be good