JONT

Lyrics

Journalists laughing in their own funny way
About mistakes people make, a loose shoelace
Will trip you up my friend true love will never end
It’s just a random playpen filled with
Dinosaurs and electric seesaws flipping dust from the
Ceiling and rain that’s a-dripping making a springtime
Cavalcade brighter than the blast of your world trade air-raid
But bigger than the last ‘cause you wanna get better at this
Trick you learnt from the clown in the theatre, he must be
Holding a real hand, he’s holding a real hand

When the time comes
When the time comes
When the time comes
I hope you’re holding a real hand

All cracks in the pavement are sent by your government
Who spy on you pissing if you’re missing you’re in trouble again
Getting your shoelace shiny slippy so it slides in to the crack where
They drag you down to meet the clown, who’s dealing out a round of
Cards for your people, you all got turbans on your hands are swelling
Like treacle, just when you see the white of his eyes, yolk of a man’s hand
Grabs you says “do you understand the rules of the game you’re undertaking?
You can win you can lose, there’s no forgetting”, there are notes on this disc
That’ll start skipping but if you’re not clean and shiny there’s no forgiving

When the time comes
When the time comes
When the time comes
I hope you’re holding a real hand

There were fifteen people at the table with me
I saw them disappear three by three by three
They were lying all their lives on the lazy bed of warm caress
Fake fur unravelled don’t need to tell you the rest
Temptation’s a nation always at war saying
“what else are all the fields for?”, when the time comes soon
It will to you my friend, it’s not just round the bend it’s the road
You’re driving down that’s a dead end, when the time comes
For your lines to be learnt, your toast not to be burnt when the
Time comes for your fines to be paid your coast to be clear you
Wanna know what’s behind the curtain, when the time comes for
Your door to be open inspection commence, when the time comes
For the judging of the jam jar contest, when the time comes for you
To put on that coat for once, show ‘em all you’re not just another can
Of coke for once -

When the time comes you’ll be screaming in your sleep
When the time comes it’ll be driven in too deep
When the time comes for you to make your stand I tell you this:
I hope you’re holding a real hand

When the time comes
When the time comes
When the time comes
I hope you’re holding a real hand

The time comes every day my friend
The time comes every day my friend
Time comes for you to make your stand
I tell you this - hope you’re holding a real hand.