People of the Smoke Songtext
von Steve Hackett

Pop, I′m sorry, will you cheer her soul?
Members of parliament, we began the year, and we went to the poll
Are you sitting comfortably?

Fallen downstairs in the hall
Fog in the alley, pealing walls
Steam flame, scream train, tobacco road

When the bell tolls another stroke
People of the smoke come and go


Cloud factory, grey perfume
Red snakes slither under the moon
Horns in the night, play on bombsites

When the bell tolls another stroke
People of the smoke come and go

Flash of light when the sun shines through
Fairground dreamland where we flew
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Dirty look, do what you're told
Bow to your betters, empire of old
A hanging at dawn while a baby is born

When the bell tolls another stroke
People of the smoke come and go