Lyrics

Kiss the person next to you While you were out spreading the gospels According to whatever you believed in at the time Her Majesty's axeman cameth And closed the hospital The birthplace of our bonny baby Brian Yesterday they took away our bus stop Today they'll try and take our happy home Tomorrow I'll be burnt as a witch For playing punk rock You picked a fine time to leave me On my own I know what you don't know doesn't hurt you And the only time you get homesick's when you get home While you were out our whole future was in doubt So get your finger out and phone Please phone Please phone While joyriders filmed by sky Rant and rave and drink and drive Homicidal passers-by leave unattended bags outside our home While you were out our whole future was in doubt You better get your finger out NOW and phone! Phone Phone Phone Please phone Please phone Please phone Please phone Please phone, my number's in the book