the tents go up nas i go downndown to the flats and into the soundnthe closer i get to the citynthe further i am from memorynin the green grass looking upnfor the words of the angry sunn'noone' when he says 'noone'nyeah he means 'noone' nnoonennoone will survivenash wednesday alivenno soldier no lovernno father no mothernnot a lonely childnin the up and in the bedroomna black and white of the bride and the groonnwill bring me to my kneesnwith the colorized bad dreamnthat takes its place on nash wednesdaynnwhite noise and lovenwill be my only drugnon this day nine nsuns away nfrom that sad sad saturdaynwhen fire my friendnfire my villiannyou take away yesterdaynto give to me todaynwhen nothing's free no now it'snash wednesdaynnso each day is ash wednesdaynall this life is ash wednesdaynnall the doors are shutnand the windows barely opened upnthe fires all aroundnit's the ending of the droughtnand we are ready nownfor tear gas cloudsnon my mindncome on fill the housenfinally and weepnfor it's king and queen sleepnboth now nin the arms of nash wednesdaynash wednesday