No Place Songtext
von The Three Johns

This is from the soles of our shoes
Come on, lift your glasses and drink a toast
To cream creosote
To cream creosote
With shame we lift our glasses
On and off as the lightning flashes
In the twitch of levers in the vaults of factories
Cobbled up with iron, without iron, without communism

This is no place for you

This is no place for you
Shut up here like a bear in a cage
It′s not for you
And the night had a thousand eyes
See them crying on your shoulder
This is no place for you
You've got to get yourself right out of this place


This is no place for you
Shut up here like a bear in a cage
It′s not for you
And the night had a thousand eyes
See them heavy on your shoulder
This is no place for you

A hundred and seventeen days
It's not for you
This is no place for you
Fall on your knees to the flag of Tarkie and Satche
Leave a monument of marble arching
How dare you read another book of St. George's
Fill the newspaper columns with your Princess Oily
Hear the Sten-gun splutter
You′re a dog burning in the gutter
They′ve closed your shutter

This is no place for you
This is no place for you

With shame
All alone
Part time
Part time
Part time