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Listen Now - Phil Manzanera

MacCormack-MacCormack-Manzanera

Thunder rolling down out of dried-up skies

Every inch of earth crying out for water

Television man spelling out the price

Everywhere the sheep creeping the slaughter

Cold weather coming, people feel the fire

Living on Dead End Street with no desire

Is it any wonder you've got no power

When you pay a thief to keep it for you?

Is it a surprise that your wine is sour

When you let a liar choose the brew he pours you?

Talk on the wire about force and choice

It's uncomfortable to raise your voice

Everybody whispering behind their hand

Selling their despair to any stronger man

Don't have to listen now

We taught ourselves to trust our heads

It's getting us nowhere

If fifty-five million hearts can't feel it

We'll never know where

Polish up your silver and hide your gold

Send the lookout man down to every corner

Gather in the place where it's bought and sold

Next to where you once used to be a learner

Cold weather coming, people feel the fire

Living on Dead End Street with no desire

You gotta listen now