Civic hall

<br>By Dave Fenton<br><br>I heard someone calling me, from a car across the road.<br>The lights were out, I never heard the sound of the police car radio.<br>So I went running down the lane with my plastic bag, not stopping once to look behind.<br>But the long arm of the law put its foot to the floor, And they met me on the other side.<br><br><br>And they said: &quot;What`s goin on here then, sonny.&quot; &quot;Hello, hello.&quot;<br>&quot;What`s goin` on here then, sonny.&quot; &quot;We want to know.&quot;<br>But they weren`t convinced no matter how I tried.<br>They pinned me up against the wall.<br>And my homemade jam in my plastic bag was broken by the Civic Hall. By the Civic Hall.<br><br><br>I closed my eyes to see the Phoenix rise, spread-eagle up against the wall.<br>And I walked, tight-knit, from my sinking ship.<br>Trying hard to keep the furnace cool.<br>So I thought, easy-come, easy-go. Just play along.<br>Until I got inside the car. But a stone-age hand left my trust in man.<br>Went to pieces for the final time.<br><br><br>When they said: &quot;What`s goin on here then, Sonny.&quot; &quot;Hello, hello.&quot;<br>&quot;What`s goin` on here then, Sonny.&quot; &quot;We want to know.&quot;<br>But they weren`t convinced no matter how I tried.<br>They pinned me up against the wall.<br><br><br>And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lies broken by the Civic Hall.<br>By the Civic Hall.<br>And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lying broken by the Civic Hall.<br>By the Civic Hall.