oh my darlings jean and rita

life couldn't be much sweeter

swinging all around you see

what this country's made of me

until yesterday i'd thought

the best things in life are bought

strange when you're led by the nose

through restaurants in evening clothes

through restaurants in evening clothes



but i'm tired of these contradictions

council roads to revolution

waves part, on they go

walking fast, thinking slow

days don't pass so calmly

invaded by salvation's army

if this is all god's given

well, he could keep the rest

i said he could keep the, keep the rest



but all these pennies 

if they came from heaven

would this mean that all's forgiven?



i've seen these men and all the women

in love with everyday living

stack furniture against the door

landmine the kitchen floor

opening windows, pulling strings

the smell of napalm in the morning

but if engels came, saved us all

i doubt he would make housecalls

somehow i doubt that he would make housecalls



but if all these pennies

if they came from heaven

could karl marx have been mistaken?