Clang, clang, clang / Oh, the bells do peel / Cry, cry, cry cried the widow’s peak / The salty days of tears that dare not speak

Bang, bang, bang shot the passer by / I don’t care cried the vicar’s wife / They’re only numbers / Melting in the ice

And I don’t care ’bout this old world / I’ll take my chances in the earth / Rob myself ’til my eyes are blind / Then settle up and ride into the night

Seen any bodies? Said the Saracen’s head / Damn, damn, damn sure I left it here / It’s hard to tell the fighters from the thieves

Moon, moon, moon shine your heavy light / Lift up the sons and daughters alike / Tell them that you won’t be home tonight

And I don’t care ’bout the coming wave / I’ll take my chances in the grave / There’s only this moment that is now / I can’t undo what I don’t know how

And I don’t care what the neighbours think / I’ve heard their dripping from the kitchen sink / The damp comes down and changes my wall / Fills my flat, I find myself submerged

And I don’t care ’bout this old world / I’ll take my chances in the earth / Rob myself ’til my eyes are blind / Then settle up and ride into the night

Clang, clang, clang / Clang, clang, clang / Clang, clang, clang

[By Simon Dine – Paul Weller © Island Records, 2012]