hey, i’ll tell you straight, i’ll tell you straight away just where you should go / clocks, they never see to stop, bring stones and rocks while taking stock of ordained folk / seasons in the city, it’s such a pity it all went wrong, so long to wait / dad, i left my wheels and cranks behind only to find the chances went begging / he said, “rico, those spires and steeples are for postcards, not people.” / we never thought it could happen against those northern hordes of blue / when we finally sent them packing, me and the boys knew just what to do / you win, you broke me again but i saw it coming promotions ago / i’m bits and pieces, and bits and pieces don’t equal the whole
