Civic Hall The Vapors

I heard someone calling me, from a car across the road

The lights were out, I never heard the sound of the police car radio

So I went running down the lane with my plastic bag, not stopping once to look behind

But the long arm of the law put its foot to the floor, And they met me on the other side

And they said: "What's goin on here then, sonny." "Hello, hello."

"What's goin' on here then, sonny." "We want to know."

But they weren't convinced no matter how I tried
They pinned me up against the wall

And my homemade jam in my plastic bag was broken by the Civic Hall. By the Civic Hall

I closed my eyes to see the Phoenix rise, spread-eagle up against the wall

And I walked, tight-knit, from my sinking ship

Trying hard to keep the furnace cool

So I thought, easy-come, easy-go. Just play along

Until I got inside the car. But a stone-age hand left my trust in man