The Helicopter of the Holy Ghost

Lyrics

Up the stairs, side by side Slightly drunk and getting worn Middle aged travelling friends Losing count in a foreign bed And they think they're bounding through Lifes adventure He's the knight in shiny suit She's got squalor Where's the hope or beauty, truth or dignity? Put that suitcase down before you answer me Sunday lunch, final day At the station it starts to rain "Yes I'm fine, yes I'll write" Weary grin and away she goes But tonight I'll eat alone In my bedsit Sober, stupid, idle, fat, old, old We have nothing decent we can dream about Not one thing that's better than a cowards death Holding on, holding on From your birth to the day you die Let it rest, let it slide One day you'll see the face of Christ And you think you're bounding through Lifes adventure You see yourself in coloured clothes Smiling nicely That's no stinking corner where all rats can feed That's the helicopter of the holy ghost People starve and see their children shot to bits Every corpse that falls will make him swell