The Jangling Man

They're breaking glass and burning buildings In the early greenhouse sun The powers that be will blame extremists And I may well be one Yes, I may well be one And though Wat Tyler's ghost is smiling As approving he looks on They haven't really been this angry Since 1381 Since 1381 And I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long And I live with a Raggedy Ann We never had any money Is it really so wrong? The velvet glove, the iron rod And the bridle for your tongue The tanks which trundle through the square When the old have killed the young The wind feels all but colder now In the early summer sun The old man sees the wall come down And he reaches for his gun He reaches for his gun And I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long And I live with a Raggedy Ann We never had any money Is it really so wrong? When we dream Dream of the feeling To wake one day And find that you Are gone And will we dance? Dance by the graveside So glad, so glad, so glad That you are gone To all you kids in Cardboard City I hope you're having fun And all you voters everywhere Will remember what you've done Remember what you've done And wander dimly through the past of The England that you knew These disposed and homeless children They all belong to you They all belong to you And I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long And I live with a Raggedy Ann We never had any money Is it really so wrong? When we dream Dream of a feeling To wake one day And find that you Are gone And will we dance? Dance by the graveside So glad, so glad, so glad That you are gone