Walls signed with autographs, ceilings full of echoed laughs
Some things disappear
Gurus on roller skates, capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared

 A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave

 Organ tinkling organ, marriage planning children
Spinning round and round
Rusty swings and roundabouts, disco's full of layabouts
Nowhere to be found

 A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave

 Come on then we'll go down there
Let's see the local ash tray
Let's see if we can be happy
We'll mess about, just you and me
Must try and make it home before tea

 Walls signed with autographs, ceilings full of echoed laughs
Some things disappear
Gurus on roller skates, capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared

 A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave

 A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave