Coyne
The world is full of poets walking about in gangs
The moonlight seems too faded, the sunlight seems to drag
I just taken my asbestos suit in for cleaning, there was a rip down the side
Canute sitting in front of the river Thames trying to turn back the tide
Something gone wrong, something not right
They've taken all the day, stolen all the nights
Oh Mr. Prime Minister, please won't you ask the Queen
If this is just a nightmare cause I just want to scream
I'm worried about the baby, he seems to have lost its way
He should have learned to talk by now, seventh birthday on its way
Now there's nothing wrong with his head they say and there's nothing wrong with his feet
God knows I'm sick and tired of watching him struggling down the street
Something gone wrong, nothing seems right
They've taken away the day, taken away the night
Oh Mr. Prime Minister, please won't you ask the Queen
If this is just a nightmare what am I going to scream
I've been out in the country but I'm not going there again
Cause last time I went in those green fields they were full of machines and men
They were rushing up roadways, digging big holes in the ground
They can keep on digging and digging but I've lost the hole that I found.
Something gone wrong, nothing seems right
They've taken all the days, stolen all the nights
Oh Mr. Prime Minister, please won't you ask the Queen
If this is just a nightmare when am I allowed to scream