FOOL’S PARADISE

Wake up straight

Called out by the sun

On the first day of April

Out of bed

Lord it was a plane crash

But I'm sure that I was dreaming

TV on

Of course caffeine and signs

Of submission again

Another day

On this little island

Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done

I take my kid to school

It was the pound shop Woolworth's

Where the subway sees the daytime

And the West Way flies by

Then on my bike

Down the Ladbroke Grove

To the forthcoming dramas

The studio

And a love of all sweet music

We just can't let go

Let go let go let go let go llet go

So meditate

On what we've all become

On a cold day in springtime

Civil War

Is what we all were born into

Raise your left hand right sing

Don't capitulate

To the forces of the market place

They're long departed

Consolidate

The love we've had together

On a cold day in springtime