But the people are living far away from the place
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
Sleep the clock around
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
And the moment will come when composure returns
To say, look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
Publisher: SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pill
To get all fitted out for the paperback throne
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
Of the United States of calamity, hey
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
There's a lot to be done while your head is still young
Songwriters: Isobel Campbell, Richard William Colburn, Michael Cooke, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Sarah Ann Martin, Stuart Lee Murdoch
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
After all that you've done boy, I'm sure you're going to pay
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
Sleep the clock around
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid