no one knows my politics like the postman, he brings me the radical ragnni bet the neighbours are wondering what i got in this bagnnthey say the city virus broke its borders once again, fell down the lane, packed up and rannnwhere the doors all lock at nine, every creek is like cannonfirennthere's an old crooked man in an old crooked house he says i don't open up on all saints daynnya never know what devil might be wating there to steal your tv.nnas he sits there watching a story about another robbery, he turns on a light to stave off thievesnnthe world is sick i think its dying, i watch it go through these dusty blindsnnalive in these houses locked inside there's blood on the door and candlelightnnnight close your eyes and wish it bye call up the police to sing their lullabiesnnlate our hero john wayne put guns in our living rooms gates round our names give us a face to join up and hate keep tiny town pure and sane behind these bolts theres a brewing revolt and it rusts in every one of usnnso put a yellow ribbon on your exterminator and head westward across the tracksnni got a dream where we all say see you later and never say we'll come backnnim looking out the window down on citizens drive where all the elders are terrified, will that be you and i?