Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And hold the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not
enough love to go round
Now when you climb
And when you lock
Just think of those
out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not
enough love to go round.
Until you wake up
You people need a shake up
You take up so much time
Worrying, Scurrying,
Here, there,
Losing your hear
No money to spare
No love to share
No wonder you appear
under pressure from here
You look fresh
But all I got is dirt in my hear
My nightmares manifest,
But I can escape
Yours is in your chest
With no formal shape
The tape is running
I push the button to send
Upon each other we all depend
Message end Whoever
asks my name Or where
I came from
People fear contamination
If they chary too long
I carry a strong
Sin of despair
It's in the air
I’m broken and hard to repair
I may mistaken be
But I patiently wait
On the pad to humanity
I sit at the gates
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And hold the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not
enough love to go round
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And hold the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not
enough love to go round
<Interlude>
Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul,
Down the river
My liver in bad condition
Like my skin
Rain falling, once again
I'm in my bed
Hurt the time in
I'm gonna struggle for air
There's hair in my food
When I get it usually someone
already half ate it Touch it
not to let it
Get me down But my head
starting to pad People go
round and round and round
From one I get a cigarette
A little more love found
But the ground is still wet
My chief are chattering
And there's a
spattering of seeds
Sometimes I lose all feeling
in my feet
When I sleep I'll do my deep
in the mainstream
But unaccountably my
heart was growing
Small and mean A hurry past
Ridged people I pretend I
haven't seen But there's
money in my pocket
And my clothes are clean?
I said money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
Money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
I said money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
Money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
Now when you climb
And when you lock
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not
enough love to go round
'Cause there is not
enough love to go round
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there!  A man born