Up on the hill a monument in stone
where the graveyard and headstones are all overgrown
inside where the faithful for their sins they atone,
George played a tune that wont leave me alone.
Out on the river boats sail on by
cruisers and liners and warships to die
pubs now stock students to pay for their keep
mothers forlorn for lost children they weep.
The holes in the road get deeper each day,
the painter next door goes to work for less pay
Congregations are falling, are they all fast asleep?
The cinema's gone bust the debts are too deep.
My tongue is all twisted thoughts get in the way
the same inner voices they talk every day
it's just a loud noise they've nothing to say
Oh Lord won't you come and take them away.
Up on the hill a monument in stone
the graveyard and headstones are all overgrown
inside where the faithful for their sins they atone,
George sings a song that wont leave me alone.
This is absolutely beautiful... At least the government is hiring... too bad they're running out of money too...