Crying - Edgar Broughton Band

CRY… DON'T YOU

I got off a train about midday into a yellow taxi cab

The station was deserted, the taxi driver said

‘Where you want to go the Bar, Hotel, looking for a place to go?'

I saw no-one who knew me, nor no-one did I know

I went down the mall, to Mary below, to Blackbull shop

The man said ‘My dear, she died last year' and I said I will not stop

The sky it was all bleeding, the rain cloud crashing down

But what I saw that moment could never be undone

We saw people drawn out, nobody you will steal

Statesman sitting there at the table, unharmed by fire or fear

Oh, said his name so boldly, the others followed on

What I had seen that morning could never be undone

Everything was gone, gone, everything was gone

Everything was gone, gone, everything was gone

A boy playing with a gun there, colder than the air

A bill to give him, gave him, felt he was not there

The skins they were all boiling, and the heap rose 10 miles high

I saw a priest praying for me, shockwave in the sky, sky, sky

Shockwave in the sky