The lovers practice their art,
And the sky fills with stars...

Hang your head in shame, dear creep,
And I shall watch you weep...

I remember a time when this was busy.
This was a community as community's were...

Roses were red,
But now they are blue...

There once was a PM named Brown,
He saw defeat in many a British town...

Pull your tongue out and cut off your fingers,
The defeat in your will sweetly lingers...

You were built to last,
And I was built to burn...

A beam of light shone into the bedroom,
Through a crack in the tattered old curtains...

Those ringlets: they're magical.
They're a helix of beauty and fire...

Stevie was a face you'd always see in our crowd.
Not one of the ringleaders, but always quite loud...

Go now, to arms
Held out in love...

Take the stand for the future because this present...
There are things we need to do to set things...