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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