Shrunken Heads

Concrete steps, never swept It used to be fear, now they call it respect Sad old walls fallin' down On the shattered skulls in the battleground Absent fathers, weary mums The old, the sick, the dying And the isolated ones Ancient language turns obscene Between the goal posts of a circular dream Nothin' matters anymore The rich get richer, and the poor get sorer This house is haunted and the streets are dead We're all the mercy of shrunken heads Bells are ringing of a cleaner time There ain't no washing hangin' out on the line anymore Something died and I don't know when But it's funkier now that it ever was then Nothin' matters anymore The rich get richer, and the poor get sorer The heart of the city is dilapidated Who's gonna save us from these shrunken heads On a windy day where no one smiles On a pleasureless beach on a go-go-golden mile In a sad cafe eating day old bread And I tip the angry actress With pockets full of shrunken heads Windows barred, exhausted dull The smell of decay is miserable Dangerous streets where the dealers rule Lie litter strewn around a frozen school Nothin' matters anymore The rich get richer, and the poor get sorer You took our loyalty and you tore it to shreds We're all the mercy of shrunken heads Nothing matters anymore The rich get richer, and the poor stay sorer And the heart of the city is red-carpeted Freaks of nature, shrunken heads Shrunken heads decide my fate It used to be 10, now it's 10:08 We ain't got the answers, it's complicated I wouldn't bet any money on shrunken heads Where you're born is the luck of the draw --- Shrunken Heads - Ian Hunter