Run away
Get away
There's nothing here for you
Didn't you see the news?
There might be no tomorrow
Must be a better way better way
To release some histamine
Than a Beijing screen
Of a grey horizon
So get away run away
For the dead don't breathe
Or am I still asleep?
I want you to see the whole thing
Must be a better way
To spend the day
Than just being here
Choose the Seventies
But don't forget the small print
Twenty-five years has almost gone
It will take some time
To find my way out of this hell
I've been in exile oh so long
And my sea has run dry
Let's crawl back to the shell