William Bloke

He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in
She said "i'm a teacher here. i teach the children."
And he wondered to himself then and there the things he could learn from her
A great might wonder

Think of the names you once called me in anger
Remember the sadness in florence ballard's eyes
Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger
Bread of heaven

Seems like nothing goes right
In the world that we were born in
But the horizon is bright
Yonder comes the morning

Upstairs they're buying a stairway to heaven
Down in the garden they're changing sticks into snakes
And the jangle of religious medals would put
The fear of god into an angel
Come all ye faithful

Their baby came home to them an unmarried mother
They wished that she would turn into a pillar of salt
But in the end compassion has to be the greatest family value
Help of the helpless

Looks like a drift to the right
For the world we were born in
But the horizon is bright
Yonder comes the morning

Sugardaddy took me to wonderland
Gave me so many presents i could not stand
To see you
I really couldn't stand to see you

Sugardaddy took me far away
On a holiday, i didn't have to pay
Just be there
All i had to do was be there

Sugardaddy comes with his pockets full of fun
Sugardaddy's blowing kisses from his gun
What will he do and where will he run
When the real world comes to town

Sugardaddy took all my pain away
Now i have to say
I'd let him get away with murder
I'd let him get away with murder

He drives a car that doesn't have a roof
He dares the big ol' world to tell him the truth
By buying silence
He buys you silence

Silence, so you'll never ask him why
Silence, so you'll never say he makes you cry
Silence, so you'll never look him in the eye
And say you want his time 'cos time is money

Sugardaddy can't help but overfill my cup
Sugardaddy always rides heavy on his luck
What will he do when his baby grows up
And doesn't want the toys that he's provided?

Sugardaddy comes with his pockets full of fun
Sugardaddy's blowing kisses from his gun
What will he do and where will he run
When the real world comes to town

I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than i've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore

I dreamed i saw a tree full of angels, up on primrose hill
And i flew with them over the great wen till i had seen my fill
Of such poverty and misery sure to tear my soul apart
I've got a socialism of the heart, i've got a socialism of the heart

I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than i've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore

The angels asked me how i felt about all i'd seen and heard
That they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their word
But they laughed and said: "i doesn't matter if you'll help us in our art
You've got a socialism of the heart, you've got a socialism of the heart"

I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than i've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore

Their faces shone and they were gone and i was left alone
I walked these ancient empire streets till i came tearful to my home
And when i woke next morning, i vowed to play my part
I've got a socialism of the heart, i've got a socialism of the heart

I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than i've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore

He's got the bonhomie of a game show host
And his handshake is so limp its like meeting a ghost
His apologies are tired cos he uses them a lot
His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot
He lies through his teeth with impeccable grammar
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

Keeping all his options open till the very last minute
Checking every situation trying to work out what's in it
Trying to nail him down is like nailing water to a wall
He's incapable of making a commitment at all
Like trying to knock in a nail with an inflatable hammer
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

Yesterday upon the stair i met a man who's never there
He won't be there again today
Well, that's what he told me to say

He's got the natural arrogance of an exclamation mark
And he wishes his bite was a big as his bark
He's appealing to the referee at every single stage
He's a fuzzy little bundle of impotent rage
And when he ought to have patience, he only has anger
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

His lack of humility defies imagination
And he hangs round like a fart in a russian space station
He doesn't even notice as he sells you down the river
Cos he's one of life's takers and he's looking for a giver
He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he drops another clanger
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

It's just a northern industrial town
The front doors of the houses open into the street
There's no room for front gardens, just two-up two-down
In a northern industrial town

And you can see the green hills 'cross the rooftops
And a fresher wind blows past the end of our block
In the evenings the mist come rolling on down
Into a northern industrial town

And there's only two teams in this town
And you must follow one or the other
Let us win, let them lose, not the other way round
In a northern industrial town

And the street lights look pretty and bright
From the tops of the hills they rise dark in the night
If it weren't for the rain you might never come down
To your northern industrial town

And on payday they tear the place down
With a pint in your hand and a bash'em out band
Sure they'd dance to the rhythm of the rain falling down
In a northern industrial town

And there's plenty of artists around
Painters steal cars, poets nick guitars
Cos we're out of the black and into the red
So give us this day our daily bread
In a northern industrial town

But it's not leeds or manchester
Liverpool, sheffield, nor glasgow
It's not newcastle-on-tyne. it's belfast
It's just a northern industrial town

Merry christmas, war is over
In a northern industrial town