The Jangling Man

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

Yes, I may well be one

And oh, what timeless ghostly smiling

As if proving, he looks on

They haven't really been this angry

Since 1381

Since 1381

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 in the early summer sun

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 the feeling

To wake one day and find that you are gone

And will we dance?

Dance by the graveside

So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone

So 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 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 of a feeling

To wake one day and find that you are gone

And will we dance?

Dance by the gravesides

So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone