Cuckoo’s Out
Sean O’Hagan
[Verse 1]
At the drop of a hat, they shut the book house down
Hollered on through the gale and turned the ship around
Damn this space on our hands, the Gothic stadium
Built in half a day, painted grey where the trenches lay
[Verse 2]
Took the convention trail, the hot revivalist
Tagged along on the tail 'til he grew tired of this
Spoke the language of luck, then all the luck ran dry
Seldom seen around, cuckoo's out, cuckoo's out