M5#1

You'll never see me trying to raise Cain
 You'll never see me wear a suit of green
 There's a slip-road up right ahead
 leading to the agragarian
 But I'm city born and bred
 Too many car-fumes in my head
 Just a well-read punk peasant.
 But you'd think a country man would understand
 the devil makes work for idle hands.
 M5 6-7 pm
 And the man who pretends he knows it all
 is destined to a Mighty Fall.
 Gets into your house with cheer,
 then proceeds to take all you've got to offer.
 This is not an autobahn
 It's an evil roundabout
 That leads to the Haywain
 And you'll never see good trains again.
 In late 60s, my daddy said to me,
 you'll never see trams and clogs again.
 Now they roam the city.
 Can these people not understand
 The devil makes work for idle hands
 M5 6-7 pm
 The devil makes work for idle hands.
 M5 to the country straight ahead
 It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread
 Can they not understand
 there's nothing worse than a bored man?
 M5, 6-7 PM