Such a sad procession, winding down the lane
And what a strange impression is branded on my brain
A band was playing -- endless, mindless
It was like a hooligan's lament
It was dumb, but it was timeless
I still don't know what it meant

And whatever needs to happen
Let it happen, let it be
Through all I am protected
Grace is effected
Over me

Behold the lights of London!
The skipper said that his hands shook
His aura eaten by his jealously and all the drugs he took
He said "This is the real world buddy!
Toughen up your ass, or it'll break. "
I said "I'm not your buddy, buddy
And your real world is a fake. "

(Here comes the peace campaigner
She says the end justifies her means
Her words so full of reason fell like napalm on my dreams
I said "Peace is not a word, never!"
She calls me traitor, I just grin
I said "You've gotta live it every moment
Or else you're just sucking wind")