In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brown
On the silver paper of the wrapper
There s a dapper little man
And he wears a wax moustache
That he twists with nicotine fingers
As he drops his cigarette ash
And someone comes and sweeps it up
And then he doffs his cap
And there s a rat in someone s bedroom
And they re shutting someone s trap
And they ll soon be pulling down the little palaces

And the doors swing back and forwardfrom the past into the present
And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent.
And they re moving problem families from the South up to the North
Mother s crying over some soft soap opera divorce
And you say you didn t do itbut you know you did of course
And they ll soon be pulling down the little palaces.

It s like shouting in a matchboxfilled with plasterboard and hope
Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope.
There s a world of good intentionsand pity in their eyes
The sedated homes of Englandare theirs to vandalize.

So you knock the kids about a bitbecause they ve got your name
And you knock the kids about a bituntil they feel the same.
And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.

You re the twinkle in your daddy s eyea name you spray and scribble
You made the girls all turn their headsand in turn they made you miserable.
To be the heir apparentto the kingdom of the invisible.

So you knock the kids about a bitbecause they ve got your name
And you knock the kids about a bituntil they feel the same.
And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.

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