THE GASMAN    

“Where do you think you’re going boy?” the gasman said to me
I caught him on a bad day, he hadn’t had his beauty sleep
It was half past six banging on the roof trying to get over the wall
All four corners at Stewarts Lane cut down to the floor

Everyday is an open day, everyday is free
High visibility hostility
That’s the beauty, that’s the beauty,
that’s the beauty, that’s the beauty of gas

He’s fortified his compound with barbed-wire wall surround
Bedded down with sandbags, one ear to the ground
Seven Zark Seven tin can circus a trip-line tied to his toe,
Rattling the cage of the underfed hounds chained to the lookout post

Everyday is an open day, everyday is free
High visibility hostility
that’s the beauty, that’s the beauty,
that’s the beauty, that’s the beauty of gas

Collectors Corner keep out signs sealing the gap to the floor
Bearing false threats to trespass, plating the fortress wall
On his calor gas bottle drum kit it warns ‘Eingang est verboten’
But that’s tagged out in marker pen, yeah laws are made to be broken

Everyday is an open day, everyday is free
High visibility hostility
that’s the beauty, that’s the beauty,
that’s the beauty, that’s the beauty of gas