The Jangling Man

I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long-along-along They're breaking glass and burning buildings In the early greenhouse sun The powers-that-be will blame extremists And I may well be one And all you kids in Cardboard City I hope you're having fun And all you voters everywhere Will remember what you've done Remember what you've done And I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long-along-along And I live with a Raggedy-Ann We never had any money, is it really so wrong? The velvet glove, the iron rod and a bridle for your tongue The tanks which trundle through the square When the old have killed the young The wind feels all the colder now that the summer's on the run The old man sees the wall come down and he reaches for his gun He reaches for his gun And I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long-along-along And I live with a Raggedy-Ann We never had any money, is it really so wrong? When we dream Dream of a feeling To wake one day and find that you are gone And will we dance? Dance by your gravesides So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone So wander dimly through the past Of the England that you knew These dispossessed and homeless children They all belong to you They all belong to you And I am just a jangling man Been in the cold too long-along-along And I live with a Raggedy-Ann We never had any money, is it really so wrong? When we dream (dream, dream) Dream of a feeling (I am just a jangling man) To wake one day and find that you are gone (I am just a jangling man) And will we dance? (dance, dance) Dance by your gravesides (I am just a jangling man) So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone (I am just a jangling man) So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone