Lyric Chain

^^^^^ John Westwood's anthem, Woops?.....



Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes
Grandma lays the table alone
And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of Holies, the Home
And from the TV an unwatched voice
Suggests the answer is to plant more trees
The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers
And the voice of the people says more salt please

Mother shakes her head and reads aloud from the newspaper
And Father puts another lock on the door
And reflects upon the violent times that we are living in
While chatting with the wife beater next door
If paradise to you is cheap beer and overtime
Home truths are easily missed
Something that every football fan knows
It only takes five fingers to form a fist.

 

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...

 

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

 

Silver wings of mornin'
Shinin' in the gray day
While the ice is formin'
On a lonely runway.
Hydraulic wipers pumpin'
'Til the window glistens
Somethin' sayin' somethin'
No one seems to listen.
Men with walkie-talkies
Men with flashlights wavin'
Up upon the tower
Time reads daylight savings.

I'm home again to you babe
You know it makes me wonder
Sittin' in the quiet slipstream
In the thunder.

 

I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine -
I'm gonna put it in the juke box -
It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade -
This is the pretty green - this is society
You can't do nothing - unless it's in the pocket
- oh no -

 

There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night
She takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
And she turns them into black and white

But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it

Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table

'Cause somewhere in the 'Quisling Clinic'
There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
She's listening in to the Venus line
She's picking out names, I hope none of them are mine

 

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

 

They say that breaking up is hard to do.
Now I know I know that it's true
Don't say that this is the end.
Instead of breaking up
I wish that we are making up again.


I beg of you don't say goodbye.
Can't we give our love another try.
Come on baby let's start a new
'cause breaking up is hard to do.

 

Pretty amazing grace is what You showed me
pretty amazing grace is who You are
I was an empty vessel
You filled me up inside
and with amazing grace restored my pride

 

There she was just walking down the street
Singing do a diddy diddy dumb diddy do
Snapping her fingers and shuffling her feet
Singing do a diddy diddy dumb diddy do

She looked good(looked good)
She looked fine(looked fine)
She looked good, she looked fine
And I nearly lost my mind

 

And he says, "What do you love to do?
Outside your world,
Who spends timewith you?
Whom do you love when you're not working?

Sweet Girl....
Where would you go,
If you had the time?
Crossing some crazy State-line somewhere?
To whom do you cry?
People are unkind,
Sweet Girl..."