Robert Wyatt Gloria Gloom
Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute
to the already rich among us...
How long can I pretend that music's more relevant
than fighting for a socialist world?
Someone watching us knows I'm bad
Black plastic along blue black wall
Small square (for faces) where dead men can look through
Run along and see the prison bath
Throw a stone along an empty road
You and your friend will be found
Outside the daydream
I've woken up to watch you sleep
