Oranges And Lemons

Anytime you rise, i'm here,
And i'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When i stroke your head i feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.

I want to take you out and show you round the world,
Pink thing it'll be ok.
If i could only wake you from your slumber curled,
Pink thing what would straight folks say?

That man isn't fit to enter heaven.
That man is a sinner,
Ever burning in disgrace.
Pink thing, spit in my face,
I'd love you for it.

Anytime you call, i'll fall,
Into madness for you pink thing.
You make me want to live.
You make me want to die.
And when i stroke your head i feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.

I want to take you out and show you to the girls,
Pink thing they're a whole new tribe.
If you could only see the way the way the gingham swirls,
Pink thing it's a whole new vibe.

That man isn't fit to be a father.
That man is a sinner,
'fore they cast me down to die,
Pink thing, spit in my eye,
I'd love you for it.
Yes, i'd love you for it.

Anytime you rise, i'm here,
And i'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When i stroke your head i feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high.

I want to introduce you,
Take you to the brink thing.
I want to introduce you,
Tell me what you think thing. i want to introduce you,
Make that missing link thing.
Don't you think it's time you met some female pink thing?

You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
So why is it i'm happy when there's tears down in your eye?

Little pink thing.

All around the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
The humble and the great,
Even those we think we hate,
Need the loving.

Soldiers of the queen,
All the hard men that we've seen,
Need the loving.
Babies at the breast,
Those in power and those suppressed,
Need the loving.

Let's face it you just can't hide,
Your first taste'll send you reeling,
Like a firework to which we're tied,
Be prepared to go through your ceiling now.

The loving's coming,
The loving's more than just an ad man's vision.
The loving's strumming,
On your heart strings,
So loud that you can't help but listen.

Sailors on the seas,
Or the clergy on their knees,
Need the loving.
All the rich and poor,
Even those we fight at war,
Need the loving.

That thing that we need most of,
That stuff we should try before we've died.
Everyone is begging to be loved,
With a free gift, a working heart inside.

The loving's coming,
The loving's advertised in all the papers.
The loving's humming,
Your favourite song,
For once it won't annoy the neighbours.

The loving, the loving.

All round the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
Cold-hearted or warm,
Every single person born,
Needs the loving.

Way out there in space,
Think we'll find that alien race,
Needs the loving.
And just to end the list,
Everything that could exist,
Needs the loving.

The loving's coming!

Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that i care about.

Well i don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well i want none,
And i may be the mayor of simpleton,
But i know one thing,
And that's i love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.

I can't have been there when brains were handed round
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound,
That you're ever seen talking to me.

Well i don't know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well i just shun,
And i may be the mayor of simpleton,
But i know one thing,
And that's i love you.

I'm not proud of the fact that i never learned much,
Just feel i should say,
What you get is all real,
I can't put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway. (and anyway...)

And i can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And i may be the mayor of simpleton,
But i know one thing,
And that's i love you (i love you).

If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
Then i'm the man who grew the money tree,
(no chain of office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay.

Well i don't know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the nobel prizes that i've never won,
And i may be the mayor of simpleton,
But i know one thing,
And that's i love you.

When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the mayor.
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton.)

Another year's gone by,
The world's grown older,
Sometimes i heave a sigh,
People grow colder.

Every day i do my best to show,
I can make it in this world i know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human nature's
Getting pretty thin.

Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through, these cynical days.

Another see through scheme,
People are shallow.
The dark night's closing in,
My dark thoughts follow.

I try and make my world a better place,
(my efforts seem in vain),
But i'm competing in a human race,
(falling deeper down the drain),
That value things that just don't count,
Makes me wonder what it's all about.

Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.

Yeah, you say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.

Yeah, you say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.

Yeah, you say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.

Cynical days.
Cynical days.

Hope you enjoyed your flight,
In one of our new straw aeroplanes,
You'll find things here are just like what you're used to.
There's lots of waste and razor wire,
And no one gives a damn about the land,
We just stand around and stare like you folks do.

For we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.

Hope you enjoyed your meal,
It's only gas and chemicals,
We thought that you'd prefer something not nature made.
Now while you're here can you advise us,
On a war we'd like to start,
Against some scarecrows over there, a different shade?

For we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.

We don't have no tears here,
No one hopes or cares or fears here,
For the old, the sick, the poor and them what taint you.
We thought we'd base our civilization upon yours,
'cause you're the smartest animals on earth, now ain't you?

We don't have no love here,
There's no need to rise above here,
No one wants to write a book or try to paint thee.
We thought we'd base our civilization upon yours,
'cause we're all dead from our necks up, now ain't we?

And we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.

And i ain't got no brains,
And i ain't got no heart,
It's just them other humans tear my soul apart.
I'm a scarecrow person,
Have i got quite some message for you.
For if we don't start learning well,
We're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too!

I'm floating over strange land,
It's a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon.
I'm floating over strange land,
And then stranger still, there's no balloon.
But i'm getting higher,
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
(even i never know where i go when my eyes are closed.)

I'm skating over thin ice,
Upon blunted blades of metal soft.
I'm skating over thin ice,
While some nonesuch net holds me aloft.
But i'm getting higher,
Lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.

Even i never know where i go when my eyes are closed.
Even i never spied that the scenes were posed.
Even i never knew this is what i'd be.
Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see.

Still i'm getting higher,
Rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.

I'm soaring over hushed crowds,
The reluctant cannonball it seems.
I'm soaring over hushed crowds,
I'm propelled up here by long dead dreams.

Still i'm getting higher,
Icarus regrets and retires puzzled.

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Oddly complete.
(even i never know where i go when my eyes are all closed.)

Here i go again.

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.

(ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em. ziggedy zag, hey hey)

A billion feet sound just like a billion drums.
A bed is creaking as the messiah comes.
The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffin's lowered and the lunches get packed.
Still segregating 'cause we insects are too proud.
Doesn't matter what colour of cat you are there's no dogs allowed.

And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.

War planes go over but no wages go 'round.
A sign goes up to say hey we're twin towned.
The dough is rising but no bread will be baked.
The fur is genuine but the orgasm's faked.
We're spending millions to learn to speak porpoise,
When human loneliness is still a deafening noise.

And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
And let me rest my bones.

And all the world's babies are crying still.
While all the police cars harmonize with power drills.
As jets and kettles form a chord with screeching gulls.
Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on human skulls.

And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on past lovers who'll leap.
On and on past widows who'll weep.
On and on no more than skin deep.
On and on across this antheap.