I heard the deal was done; that it was sealed last night:
The red woman stood to take the oath.
lt wasn't front page news. She wasn't pretty. These days
Things are either nothing or they're both.
Another sip of wine, another card
And then I really have to leave
They saved my place in line; the ugly anodyne
To beg another's master for reprieve.

Well is it just my ears, or does that beat appear
Just a little quieter than before?
I guess we knew the score, the centre couldn't hold,
The lady's pearls will skid across the floor
It'll come from Albert Dock. it'll come from Tower Bridge
It'll grab our politicians by the balls.
Our quiet stupor, our broken culture.
Our best defence is no defence at all.

And you can call it progress, and you can call it foresight.
Oh, I don't know its name, baby, but it keeps me up at night
And I'm sure there's something coming. I'm sure it will be soon.
That the devils of our time will slouch across a blackened room.

So take this epitaph. Take anything that's left.
I don't want to be here, come the day.
I did my best you know, I tried to swim the tide,
But I am just as guilty in my way
For every beaten brow, for every heaving chest,
For every shaky word on every page,
It’s taken thirty years and a little pill
To learn that love's the greatest instrument of rage.
It’s taken thirty years and a little pill
To learn that love's the greatest instrument of rage.


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