A Man Of Great Promise - The Style Council

I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary

And I read of how you died in pain —

Well I just couldn’t understand it

Oh if I could of changed that, then Lord knows I’d do it now

Oh but there is no going back —

And what’s done is done forever

But you were always chained and, shackled by the dirt —

Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

And I think of what you might have been

A man of such great promise

Oh but you seem to forget the dream —

And the more you saw you hated

Oh but let’s not talk of blame, for what is only natural

Like a moth going to a flame —

You had a dangerous passion

But you were always chained and, shackled by the dirt —

Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

All the things that you might have been — but who am I to say?

Still I wonder —

If it’s the cold earth you prefer to lay —

If it’s the cold earth — you prefer to stay