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Am I asleep

Or am I fast

You every race

You first, you last

Roads girdle the globe

We all safe in your concrete robe

Hail mother motor

Hail piston rotor

Hail wheel

Roads girdle the globe

Am I tied in

Or do I turn

Your sacred incense

You tyre burn

Steer me Anna

Am I get there

When is A, B

Oil, iron, steel

You holy three

Ah well, that's this world over

Ah well, next one begins



Will you smile like any mother

As you bathe your brand new twins?

Will you sing about the missiles

As you dry odd numbered limbs?



Ah well, that's this world over

Ah well, next one begins

Ah well, that's this world over

You sadly grin



Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land

About their leader with the famous face?

Will you tell them that the reason nothing ever grows

In the garden anymore

Because he wanted to win the craziest race

That's this world over



Will you smile like any father

With your children on a Sunday hike?

When you get to a sea of rubble

And they ask ``What was London like?''



You tell them, ``Ah well, that's the world over''



Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land

And how a child to the virgin came?

Will you tell them that the reason why we murdered

Everything upon the surface of the world

So we can stand right up and say we did it in his name?



That's this world over

Or so it seems

That's this world over

The end of dreams



That's this world over, over, over and out.

Bungalow

Bungalow

By the sea

Bungalow

In the sea air

Climbing rose

Time to spare

Luxury accommodation traps the sun

So we're working every hour that God made

So we can fly away

Saving it all up for you bungalow

Bungalow by the sea

Bungalow

Silver shoreline

In the gorse

You can be mine

Standing prime position for the town

Working for a vision through this life

So we can fly away bungalow

Bungalow

You wait and see

I think my watch has bust and so is time
I borrowed all my love so nothing's mine
There's nothing decent on the TV page
Like a new town animal in a furnished cage
It's gone eleven and the bar is shut
I'm sitting waiting like a real good mutt
I watch TV with an actor's rage
Like a new town animal in a furnished cage