Lose Face
CYRIL CURNIN, PETER GREENALL, JAMES WEST-ORAM, ADAM WOODS
Do you care to think on
One trouble shooter
That we could fix on
This fevered globe
Was always meant to be
A home from home
But who's looking after
Lose face, lose face
In your place
Could we all fight in
An age demented
With a white bright light
That shines at night
What have we invented?
We all breath the same air
Yet we all die for the air space
Lose face, lose face
Standing in your place
Lose face, lose face
I bet you wonder if you're too scared
Too scared to lose face
Lose face, lose face in our place
A "pied a'terre"
No phone connected
So when you need him
Can't even reach him
