Oh the bandstand is flooded -
And the saints that came marching
Find their bugles and buckles
They will not be salvaged
Grow up chemically vicious
And their babies have babies
We feed them and feed them
And still they are hungry
And all the King's horses
Couldn't put our love together again
Once you gave me the moon
That's the way it was always
How I'd whisper your name
And kiss by the lamplight
Now this city's for wasters
And hard-wired and dead-eyed
It's just round the corner
Though what does it matter when...
Couldn't put our love together again
Once you gave me the moon
That's the way it was always