At Parkhurst Prison on the Isle of Wight
Jimmy-Jimmy learned to read and write
He wrote a book called "The Criminal Neophyte: A Psychosocial View"
Lord Longford made them set him free
He got a Job with the BBC
He's now a Liberal MP
Now would I lie to you?
The setting sun sets all aflame
And what became of Whatshisname?
Ray and Val are still in debt
But you shouldn't write them off just yet
They're working for a chap they met
At a Masonic Ladies' Night
Now Ray looks tough and Val looks cute
With the mobile phone and the power suit
They're selling time share apartments near Beirut
Ray says "There's a tunnel at the end of the light"
But oh the night is falling
They're fading from our sight
The shadows thickly crawling
The dying of the light
Me? I got a brand new hobby-horse
About World financial intercourse
I'll talk; but I'm an unattributable source
Don't want to die quite yet
And my friend Fay moved to Aberdeen
With an Apple Mac and a fax machine
She publishes a magazine
Called "Circle Dance Gazette"
She said we had to stay in touch
She never liked me all that much
The Tzar's doing what he does best
He's raised his flag in Bucharest
It's got more holes than an old string vest
But no one seems to care
'Cause he's the first of the gentle, new-age Tzars
But you must attend his seminars
And we all have flags with the Ring of Stars
And we wave them in the air
But oh the night is falling
He's fading from our sight
The shadows thickly crawling
The dying of the light
The darkness, all pervading
Hides every face you've known
But briefly, as it's fading
Each face looks like your own
I must stop banging on this way
And work out what I'm trying to say
The lives of everyone we've met
Are woven in a kind of net
The twilight shows its silhouette
That's hidden in the light of day
But oh the night is falling
It's fading from our sight
The shadows thickly crawling
The dying of the light
The darkness, all pervading
Hides every face you've known
But briefly, as it's fading
Each face looks like your own