Roll Call - Peter Murphy

On a long and winding grey paved street

Your breath the only friend

Chattering others surrounding you

You’re going out again

It’s a laugh and a gas new crowd

You tell yourself

While buttoning up a new red shirt

It’s been a twenty years of doing this

Just the same night into night

Day into day

With your preset mind

Wake up with a preset mind

With no self control

And you decide to call the Roll Call

Of the socialites who mortified

Can’t see as far as their next surprise

Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night

Believing that they’re alive and well

But if asked

They have nothing to tell

Except the words of a clashing rhyme

I’ll calmed and out of sync

Even real sounds like a zero

To a brain in lip sync

Roll'

Roll'

Roll'

Roll'

On a long and winding grey paved street

Your breath the only friend

Chattering others surrounding you

You’re going out again

It’s a laugh and a gas new crowd

You tell yourself

While buttoning up a new red shirt

It’s been a twenty years of doing this

Just the same night into night

Day into day

Forget your preset mind

Roll'

Roll'

Roll'

Roll'