Compulsion Air-raid For The Neighbours
And these old folks live
In a street where
Noise is made
I'm gonna never get a chance to know
How or why
They know it's gonna keep them up all night
You'd be safer
In the cellar
Underground, my dear
We will come out
In the morning
When we know it's clear
Seventeen is the number
All the house where drums are beating
It's a trip for the ravers
And an air-raid for the neighbours
Sometimes years collide
In a tired and
Ageing mind
I'm going to Tar to see the ??? burst
Days desolve
And come back, spill into the cracks below
You'd be safer
In the cellar
Underground, my dear
We will come out
In the morning
When we know it's clear
Seventeen is the number
All the house where drums are beating
It's a trip for the ravers
And an air-raid for the neighbours
