Acres of Sorrow

Strolling, strolling along, head to the floor
And your eyes to your chest
Trust in your leader for he knows best
Strolling, I’m strolling along
Just passing the time
There’s too much of it now
Still I can’t find the time to rest.















Suspicious minds, rule all the time
Its time to go from these acres of sorrow
The light is getting dark
So please don’t wait for tomorrow.

This unholy exodus
Ill news is our new guest
Its time to leave this sinking ship
But he won’t let my people go
He won’t let my people go

Greek theologians like to philosophise
New York women like to talk about their thighs
Pigee Magoo only wants to chastise
And the news flies round the town

















But I’m still strolling, strolling along
Heart on my sleeve and a hat on my head
Ignoring all the rumours for I know best
Strolling I’m strolling along don’t tell me the truth
For the truth will mean death
He’s just a poor boy in a man’s vest.

Hope unrefined, now the worst of crimes
Its time to go from these acres of sorrow
The light is getting dark
So please don’t wait for tomorrow

They say that he’s gone insane
A pale grey shadow crumbling away
Conscience made of metal
With A hatred of the rebel
But he won’t let my people go
He won’t let my people go

20th century hicks like to philosophise
London women like to talk about their size
Pigee Magoo only wants to get high
And the news flies round the town

Is it his fate?
Can he escape?
To a place that knows no bounds
People can dream
But what if their dreams
Aren’t all they seem?

So Pigee Magoo what will you do? What will you do?
So Pigee Magoo what will you do
What will you do?

The plans that he made
The lives he destroyed
Began as plague ridden schemes
Sweat on his brow
He couldn’t see.
The tomb he wove inside his dreams