It's a fine day
And I'm ambling down the Kingsland Road
Out to buy a paper and a microphone
Around the way from my abode
I spy a dude with a sandwich board
He's talking about The End of The World
It's coming from abroad apparently
Which it might, or mightn't be
Figure me, we should be closer looking to home
I pass on anyway and keep my mouth shut
Because there's not much point
I spot a kid up on the corner
And he's smoking a joint
And from my own experience, I know the coppers sound our way aint lenient
but who am I to tell him how to live his life?
It's not like i ever listened as a younger
Plus he's got a face like thunder
I leave it
And weave my way through ladies old and young and fat and falling
Sun beams down, it's a pretty lush morning
But something's going down where they're waiting for their buses
One lone bag is causing something of a ruckus
Man sitting at the but stop
Staring at his wristwatch
Waiting for the bomb drop, tick tock
I was thinking of all the right things to say

And the girls in the long socks
Listening to their hi-top hip-hop
Waiting for the bass-drop
I was thinking of all the right things to say

Curious, approach a lady and I ask her,
Whargwarn?
She says there's a suspicious package and it might just be a bomb
I think I've had it up to here with all these "suspicious packages"
Makes as much sense as, like, "pissed off packages"
Or packages that's "jealous", anyway, she thinks it terrorists
Like the whole town's teeming with "terrorists"
Reds Under The Beds turned to terrorists, rah though
I'd like to point that out, but she might think that I was mad
So I don't say nothing about the fact that they're exaggerating

How easy it is to control a terrified population
How I think they're overstating every damn thing...
Anyway the crowd's increasing, they're all pointing at this thing
Just then a teenage girl wades through
Grabs the bag, waves to her crew:
"I got it!"
Takes the phone out of the pocket
Presses play, then bops away
The people stare, then someone says:
"What's that terrible tinny racket? Stop it!"
Man sitting at the but stop
Staring at his wristwatch
Waiting for the bomb drop, tick tock
I was thinking of all the right things to say
And the girls in the long socks
Listening to their hi-top hip-hop
Waiting for the bass-drop
I was thinking of all the right things to say

And when the lights go out in Highbury
The library already burned and blown away
It shouldn't matter now
Who frightened me, who lied to me
At least we've got something to say
Man sitting at the but stop
Staring at his wristwatch
Waiting for the bomb drop, tick tock
I was thinking of all the right things to say
And the girls in the long socks
Listening to their hi-top hip-hop
Waiting for the bass-drop
I was thinking of all the right things to say
Man sitting at the but stop
Staring at his wristwatch
Waiting for the bomb drop, tick tock
I was thinking of all the right things to say
And the girls in the long socks
Listening to their hi-top hip-hop
Waiting for the bass-drop
I was thinking of all the right things to say