Chance a smile and turn away
Think it over but only for today
Like the writings on the wall
To return but never to recall
Post from Scotland said
Still raining hard in the Highland
While two skinheads on the train
Were inventing Rock and Roll again, again
Hang your head and wonder why
All things pass but only for a time
I am still waiting here the same
And I am going back to Romford again
Voice of neither grief nor joy
Own enactors to destroy
Voice of neither grief nor joy
Voice of neither grief nor joy
Curse the tyrants that destroy
Voice of neither grief nor joy
Curse the tyrants that destroy