Fool's Day

Wake up straight, caught out by the sun
On the first day of April
Out of bed, Lord, it was a plane crash
But I'm sure that I was dreaming
TV on, I blast caffeine
A science of submission again
Another day on this little island
Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done, I take my kid to school
Past the pound shop, Woolworths
Under bridge, where the subway sees the daytime
And the Westway flies by
Then on my bike, down the Ladbroke Grove
To the forthcoming dramas
A studio and a love of all sweet music
We just can't let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go

So meditate on what we've all become
On a cold day in spring time
Civil war is what we were all born into
Raise your left hand, right, sing
Don't capitulate to the forces of the marketplace
They're long departed
Consolidate the love we bear together
On a cold day in spring time