Cool Confusion

(the clash)

 

 Between cool confusion

 And kung fu in the car park

 Could the weekend be losing

 That reactive spark

 

 Even in the shebeen

 Or down in the meat rack

 Longtime i feel cold

 To send cinderella's shoe back

 

 Along the length of the wire

 Party jam on the line

 I can't hear a thing

 Can't get no number nine

 

 Now we must get in touch

 If the night is to burn

 Someone out there in luck

 Lend me your star for a turn

 

 As heroes fix their hair

 Some are saving their breath

 Just on the walkways tonight

 For a glue bag death

 

 Screens flick in unison

 Some gaze at the soul

 From the tiers and the heights

 Go for the fifteenth floor stroll

 

 It's immediately obvious;

 Anybody star-gilt

 Would have left this club

 Way before it was built

 

 This strikes you so late

 As the guy with the broom

 Sweeps you and the bottles

 Right out of the room

 

 Now i wash in the factory

 Confess in the tile house

 I don't need to bleed anybody

 To strike out

 

 Today my godfather

 He sent a note from the jail

 Said go get 'em kid

 But don't get chained to the rail

 

 Between cool confusion

 And kung fu in the car park

 Could the weekend be losing

 That romantic spark

 

 Even in the shebeen

 Or down in the meat rack

 Long time i feel cold

 To send cinderella's shoe back