Typical day, cars being towed away,
Junk mail through the door
Joins the post on the floor.

Drilling, always someone drilling,
Somewhere in the city,
Authorised by committee.

A mission is bestowed, according to postal code,
Terms and conditions may vary,
It's nothing out of the ordinary.

Sometimes, someone gets upset,
Doesn't hear the laughter,
Takes it as a threat,
But it's different after,
After the event.
Looks like someone's smiling,
Happy to be here, blue skies heaven sent.

There's a kind of glow, it illuminates the flow,
Over to the east, of traffic in the streets.
Not to be outdone, the school run has begun,
Mothers all arrive, each in a four-wheel drive.

Sometimes,
(come on, come on)
someone gets upset,
(come on, come on)
Doesn't hear the laughter,
(come on, come on)
Takes it as a threat,
(come on, come on)
But it's different after,
(come on, come on)
After the event.
(come on, come on)
Looks like someone's smiling,
(come on, come on)
Happy to be here,
(come on, come on)
blue skies heaven sent.

Evening comes as a surprise, Suddenly someone dies,
Everyone's over-reacting, with cliches and bad acting.

(come on, come on)
Misty in the rain,
(come on, come on)
Flowers in their cellophane,
Policemen intervening,
Drama, (come on, come on) without meaning.
(come on, come on)
It's perfectly routine,
(come on, come on)
A statement from the Queen,
(come on, come on)
Obituaries appear,
(come on, come on)
You can leave your tributes here.

Sometimes, someone gets upset,
Doesn't hear the laughter,
Takes it as a threat,
But it's different after,
After the event.
Looks like someone's smiling,
Happy to be here, blue skies heaven sent.

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