Fin De Siecle

I would like to live in sweden
When my work is done
Where the snow lies crisp and even
'neath the midnight sun
Safe and clean and green and modern
Bright and breezy

I was born in londonderry
I was born in derry city too
Oh what a special child
To see such things and still to smile
I know that there was something wrong
But i kept my head down and carried on

I grew up in enniskillen
I grew up in inis ceathlain too
Oh what a clever boy
To watch your hometown be destroyed
I know that would not stay long
So i kept my head down and carried on

Who cares where national borders lie
Who cares whose laws you're governed by
Who cares what name you call a town
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground

From the corner of my eye
A hint of blue in the black sky
A ray of hope, a beam of light
An end to thirty years of night
The church-bells ring, the children sing
What is this strange and beautiful thing
It's the sunrise
Can you see the sunrise?
I can see the sunrise

Build your coffin of balsa wood
Spend all that you earn
When you go you are gone for good
Never to return
Always to thine own self be true
Not to fools like me
Who'll change their minds
For the sake of rhyming schemes
Au revoir joi, bonjour tristesse
Only pain and sorrow
So don't rely on the stars above
Screw the universe
You'd better try to live your life on earth
So au revoir joi, bonjour tristesse
Good times come and they go
This life owes nobody happiness
Only pain and sorrow
So don't rely on the stars above
Screw the universe
You'd better try to live your life on earth
I'm gonna try to live my life on earth

Take the national express when your life's in a mess
It'll make you smile
All human life is here
From the feeble old dear to the screaming child
From the student who knows that to have one of those
Would be suicide
To the family man
Manhandling the pram with paternal pride
And everybody sings "ba ba ba da..."
We're going where the air is free
On the national express there's a jolly hostess
Selling crisps and tea
She'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks
For a sky-high fee
Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle
Back in '63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But it's hard to get by when your arse is the size
Of a small country
And everybody sings "ba ba ba da..."
We're going where the air is free
Tomorrow belongs to me
When you're sad and feeling blue
With nothing better to do
Don't just sit there feeling stressed
Take a trip on the national express

Eric the gardener
Julius cæsar came, saw, conquered, went away
'cause it rained here all the time
Too many sniffs and colds
Got up his roman nose
So he left it all behind for eric the gardener to find
Eric the gardener will find eric the gardener

Julius cæsar knew that when his life was through
Something of him would stay behind
Not in a roman tomb or in an italian womb
But buried deep in english slime
For eric the gardener to find
Eric the gardener will find eric the gardener

Julius cæsar sleeps soundly beneath your feet
With the rest of human-kind
Dig deep and dig some more
Dig to the planet's core
Dig 'til you've gone out of your mind
But all you will ever really find is eric the gardener
All you can ever hope to find is eric the gardener