The Pandys Are Coming - Killing Joke

There was a rhyme that wasn’t a rhyme

In a time that wasn’t a time

There was a place that wasn’t a place

There was a race that wasn’t a race

But I lived in a city no-one knew

Thousands of people, indecisions

Chained in by sorrow everyone

Started to wonder how it all begun

Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens

Queues went for miles and millions to come

Fall of because write us a few

Friend kept complaining and joined the queue!

Still was a place that wasn’t a place

Still a race that wasn’t a race

Had to find it, it wasn’t 'round here

Such a thought — a simple idea

Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit

Music was playing, wine to drink

Women of scarlet, faces of flame

Laughter and argue, ever the same