A musical in three acts by XTC Cast of characters GRAHAM, a teenager MOTHER, a busy housewife FATHER, a conservative husband POLICEMAN, a young constable
Oh run a, oh run a, oh runaway Oh run a, oh run a, oh runaway (Please come home) Oh run a, oh run a, oh runaway (Please come home) Daddy hit you in a
Hey, hey, the clouds are away There's straw for the donkeys And the innocents can all sleep safely All sleep safely My, my, sun is pie There's fodder
It isn't even winter but I'm freezing, freezing This sort of feeling isn't pleasing And what I want to know, man Why? Oh why, does she treat me like a
(andy partridge) Programmes of violence, As entertainment, Brings the disease into your room. We know the germ, Which is man-made in metal, Is really
Man acting like a farmer and He's treated the woman like a poor cow We got to treat you better from now But man is just a baby and He's needing your
Oh, knuckle down, love his skin It doesn't matter what color skin he's locked in Knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin Knuckle down, love his
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails Upon the tops of the seas That, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat If given half
a l l o f a s u d d e n ( i t ' s t o o l a t e ) What can I say? why do we starve a thing thats near extinction? from day to day these weeds of
Save us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah the diggers and the tower cranes the diggers
man acting like a farmer and he's treated the woman like a poor cow we got to treat you better from now, but man is just a baby and he's needing
round with no time to spare. I'm so dizzy I'm neither here nor there, in this traffic jam I just want to shout let me off o'this english roundabout english
fly on the wall I am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door you didn't notice
chant your spirit free; rush to greet truth like a dart shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones, that's not traffic roar -- that's a leopard
as you see, science once again robs us of our jobs they've put a micro-chip in my place, I hide behind screen of aggression nowadays it's just a way
There may be no golden fleece but human riches I'll release oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen, let me put
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line; the husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;