Government Bookstore

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

Since the Government Book store closed

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