I can feel summer at last from the heat In the red-brick city The evening light pulls a veil of linen Over the night time Life's a gas Will I walk there again. In the sleeping Vale of Evesham lies a shady town in market garden land The abbey, demonic and provoking I have laid across its stones The back street pub where Bowie sang "Is there life on Mars" While the boys in the back room pumped heroin into their veins The girls, my friends determined Not to succeed Pregnant by unknown fathers by fourteen Mocked me my ambition The tramp we thought we killed Had us running scared Deeper into night >From fight to fight The transport cafe from which We'd steal our golden dreams So few survived and Those who have, Have disappeared just flowers on their graves Born with broken hearts yes, Thank you world for my crucufied icons Lovers of the impossible dream T.V.'s suicides, mass sacrifice We're just buzzing in the hive Born with broken hearts.
