Good Friday -

Good Friday in Dead City

Is no place to be

Good Friday in Dead City

Much worse than Calvary

Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be

It’s chock-a-block all day, deserted by nine or nine-thirty

Ask a policeman, «Can you tell me is there any bar open?»

We’ll be in prison, you tell them but they won’t listen

Why not stay home?

Why not stay home?

Uh-oh what a town, this town can really get you down

Oh what a state to be run by a senile clown

Pensioners don’t need to go all around the place in fear

You’re not so lucky if you happen to be a black or queer

Good Friday in Dead City

It’s no place to be

Good Friday in Dead City

Much worse than Calvary

Huh

Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be

Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be

Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be

Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be

Why not stay at home?

Why not stay home?

No, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no

No, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no