Not the hospital gown you´re wearing
Or the bad luck that dogs us down
What´s done is done
They burned the old place down
Chased me allround the reference section
Tried to catch the attendants eye
Ten years on the night shift
Well I don´t work tonight
All my books are on loan
Well we met in the hotel lobby
The executor read aloud the will
No wake, no eulogy
From this pathetic crowd
It´s no Bloomsbury afternoon
Just a couple of soaks and the villagefool
Well they closedown the whole
mainbuilding. Boared up and the main
door staying shut
Used to steal things
From this now empty shop