The red rubber ball came bouncing down the stairs I picked it up which you’re not supposed to do I spoke and said to me There’s no love in my world
The little girl in a red dress came skipping into view I asked for her name which you’re not supposed to do She spoke and said to me There’s no love in my world
The carrion crow landed on the windowsill I asked it why it came here which you’re not supposed to do It spoke and said to me There’s no love in my world
I looked at the clock It had no numbers I looked at the thermometer It had no measure I looked at the book It had no words I looked at you You had no telling
I looked at the trees They had no leaves I looked at the sky It had no sun I looked at the moon It wasn’t shining I looked at you You had no telling
I looked at the gravestone It had no name I looked at the epitaph It said nothing I looked at religion All was scrambled I looked at you You had no telling
Two mirrors sat down to talk Like two lions mouths that needed deeding A blacksmith stood nearby with a sledgehammer He had a writ for seven years bad luck in his pocket
The priest had asked him along To break up any fight that might ensue
The clock ticked on the wall wouldn’t stop ticking A stranger erupted in on the proceedings Let me look at myself he said with a narcisstic sear As soon as he sat between the mirrors The scene erupted into a frenzy
A little mud lark started laughing crazily And in his best cockney dialect said Get a load of this you suckers And tipped his barrow of mud onto the floor
As the priest in his mud stained frock ran out The mirrors became calm and they stopped wrestling with the clock It rolled away on the floor and came to a stop It was precisely 12 o’clock at midnight
American guns, are shooting up the boys and girls American guns, are shooting up the whole damn world
they will shoot you if you’re black they will shoot you if you’re Gaul they will shoot you for a reason they will shoot for none at all
every ones in fear that they’re coming here every one’s afraid that they’re on their way the world would be a better place but they’re shootin up the human race
they will you in the playground they will shoot a president they will shoot outside your mansion they will shoot you in a tent
they will shoot you for reporting they will shoot you having fun can you live a peaceful life with all those American guns
I crossed over to the other side and found the same old thing People fighting for their lives, sky a dish mop grey Homeless people walking, with their broken wings The road sign said to heaven, only 20 miles away
Families walking down the road following the sign Broken boats and muddy coats and nowhere to stay Thinking I should be there soon, it’s just a matter of time The road sign said to heaven, only 20 miles away
Women on the wayside asking for a crust of bread Children in the car park with their bandaged heads All following the road signs in the morning grey If you going to heaven it’s only 20 miles away
An old man in a wheelchair a lady on a crutch A crippled soldier crying a dog without a hutch Down the road they go by a closed café And heaven is a town somewhere only twenty miles away
They said it was a western town a place to settle down With houses to rent and jobs for life in a beautiful town The forecast said the sky would be grey All the road signs point to heaven only 20 miles away
A truck of refugees were singing a weary song A man without a passport who had no were to belong And just as it was getting dark and I could not find my way The road sign said to heaven only twenty miles away