People of the Smoke
Joanna Hackett, Roger King, Stephen Hackett
Pop, I'm sorry, will you cheer her soul?
Members of parliament, we began the year, and we went to the poll
Are you sitting comfortably?
Fallen downstairs in the hall
Fog in the alley, pealing walls
Steam flame, scream train, tobacco road
When the bell tolls another stroke
People of the smoke come and go
Cloud factory, grey perfume
Red snakes slither under the moon
Horns in the night, play on bombsites
When the bell tolls another stroke
People of the smoke come and go
Flash of light when the sun shines through
Fairground dreamland where we flew
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Dirty look, do what you're told
Bow to your betters, empire of old
A hanging at dawn while a baby is born
When the bell tolls another stroke
People of the smoke come and go
