Final bow In a disused music hall Of laughter and mime The airwave police Were the only Admirers to admire
Sliding sideways in a rusty old ford The drivers broke down and A young girl screams Walking through rock dreams Tall stories Mobile t.v. radio Nobody came
The station is abandoned Deserted for peace day Some old man said 'just do your best' And i think passed away
My shadow is never far behind And i must find another role to play Visit maskmaker Please bend my mind Someone, no one I really don't mind Nobody cares
