DESCRIPTION:
from "A Passion Play" (1973)

"We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door
Eat in the corner, talk to the floor
Cheating the spiders who come to say "Please"
(politely)
They bend at the knees
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
Of ladies lost
Of erring sons
Lace-covered dandies revel
(with friends)
Pure as the truth, tied at both ends

Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs

Scented cathedral, spire pointed down
We pray for souls in Kentish Town
A delicate hush - the gods, floating by
Wishing us well, pie in the sky
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong

Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs

Jack rabbit mister, spawn a new breed
Of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed)
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries
"More"

Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done
I've put in a request to take up my turn
in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell"
Where no-one has nothing and nothing is-
Well meaning fool
Pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do

Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue
Cold is my touch
(freezing)
Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere
Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain
Occasional corn from my oversight grew
Fell with mine angels from a far better place
Offering services for the saving of face
Now you're here, you may as well admire
All whom living has retired
From the benign reconciliation
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
Seen in the sky
(flashing)
I just lit a fag
Then took my leave
In the blink of an eye

Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
(primitive rite)
(wrongly)
Summoned by name
I am the overseer over you"