The Baron

So here we are, queuing on the street The ground keeps sticking to your feet, it's early. The queue is a thousand strong The town is closing down Businesses are turning to the shadows As the shutters go down I hate to say I could be sold The shutters I was leaving here Nice to meet you, on your way I'm gladly watching the walls come tumbling down What you pulling out your hair for? Let's dance as it hits the floor. (x2) Every few decades the plans tend to go astray The blue is turning to the grey, it's the end of the headache Everybody is at home, and the streets are alone The only sound is papers that are blown By the winds from the sea I hate to say I could be sold The shutters I was leaving here Nice to meet you, but on your way I'm gladly watching the walls come tumbling down What you pulling out your hair for? Let's dance as it hits the floor. (x2)