Singing Rule Britannia (as the Walls Close in) Songtext
von The Chameleons

A prisoner of my paradox: heaven or hell?
Pacing up and down my gauges
Who′s going to tell?
What a suffocating state to be
Working class heroes mean nothing to me
I'm a working class zero, chained to the tree
Of life, a dangerous thing to be
And now the baby needs to grow
But the mother is crazy
What lies behind the mask, behind the wave and the smile?
Your appearance is deceptive, oh sweet crocodile
What a fascinating thing to see
Revealing all your secrets, you′d better beware
Revealing all your secrets
Though you wouldn't dare reveal yourself to me, would you?
Oh, it must have been like this before
But my memory's hazy So, stand in line, with all the desperados
There′s hope for me, but for some the story′s different
They'll stand in line, they′ll bide their time
Waiting for a sign, counting out the time
A prisoner of my paradox: heaven or hell?
Pacing up and down my gauges
Who's going to tell?
What a suffocating state to be
But what a fascinating thing to see
Meanwhile, all the lights are shining bright on Broadway
Out of sight and out of reach, but one day
Come on, stand up, some of you are fucking
Sat down like a load of sheep in a paddock
This is a fucking rock gig, this, you know what I mean?
Anybody would think you was listening to Beethoven
Right, now we′re getting somewhere