Napoleon Sheds His Skin - Tom Cochrane

The streets are covered in chalk

The shops are boarded up

The bodies are carried back down from the square

He begins to wonder

If it always was this hot

Or is it just the clothes

That he now wears

Napoleon sheds his skin

In the summer when the sun is high

He never knows when to quit

When to stop…

Or when to say die

Pick the bones, get a tan

Or wander

Underground

She would not have left him anyway

Wait by the sea, wait in the sun

As if the time

Stood still

Did he get involved

In whichever side

That paid

Napoleon sheds his skin

In the summer when the sun is high

He never knows when to quit

When to stop…

Or when to say die

…And time stands still behind

The distant gates

Time moves on outside in the sun

Then he wonders which side he’s really on

Then he doesn’t care

It’s so grey in there

He just wants to get back to her…

Napoleon sheds his skin

In the summer when the sun is high

He never knew when to quit

When to stop…

Or when to say die…

She waits for him by the wharf

By the sea where they used to go

She sings a song that they’d sing

Then waits for the echo…

Na… poleon

Sheds his skin

Na… poleon

Sheds his skin

Na… poleon

Sheds his skin

I’ve got to get out of here

Can she save me

I’ve got to get out of here

Can she save me

I’ve got to get out of here…

Can you hear me…