They're ******* the lid down
on the old town
and
I'm feeling the pinch.

It's a cinch that
I'll go too,

who else but me would
they
want to *****?

But they're barking up
the wrong tree.

I am the procession of Saints passing by
the sinners that make the Angels sigh
the low and the high and
why
would they want to *****
me down too?

You have seen it on the scoreboard
Demon-one
Lord-nil
you've had your fill of being used and accused
it's time for the night to be fused with the day, for
the Angels to step up to the mark
and say,
'**** this for a lark,
ain't nobody turning my town into a carpark'

Put your Posi drives down or go and
unscrew some other old town

time for the pigeons to come home and roost.