Thirty Six Hours

Thirty Six Hours - John Cooper Clarke

Written by：John Cooper Clarke/Martin Hannett/Steve Hopkins

36 hours in the mystery chair

36 hours in the quizzical glare

Of the naked lights and the visible hardware

Another bloke is leaving in a wheelchair

No joke here comes the punchline

Lights out

Steel shoes on the stone cold floor

I hear the screws screaming in the corridor

The bad news and the slammin' of the door

The what did I do's and the what am I here for's

Shades of doubt fall deeper than the slag mine

Lights out

Sack time

Hard cheese and a chest complaint

One man sneezes another two faint

Sufferin' Jesus this ain't my venue

The man through the mesh says it's time to crash

The creeping flesh of a nervous rash

The last man to make a dash

Is on the menu

Here's the boss with a mouthful of emeralds

A Maltese cross and a pocket full of chemicals

Jack frost snappin' at the genitals

Wash my cosh it's a visit from the general

Rule out sub section nine

Lights out

Sack time

The killer gorilla with the perspex hat

Says I say so and that's that

Take out the dog bring back the cat

Scrape out the cafeteria rats

Stab the rabbit feed the swine lights out sack time

Time flies slides down the wall

Part of me dies under my overalls

I close my eyes and a woman calls

From a nightmare

The chronic breath of the dead collides

With a rattle of the waste disposal slides

No flowers for the man who dies

In the bombs care

He's in the frigidaire

Freezing in these paper jeans

Standing stiff in a dead man's dream

Tobacco barons and the closet queen

Walk on the walls wank in the beans

Shave sh*t a shower and a shoe shine

That's it sack time

Everybody looks like Ernest Borgnine

That's it

36 hours on the battery farm

A blindfold and a broken arm

I got the cold shoulder sleepin' in the barn

Whose barn what barn their barn

The old soldier and his old world charm

Lift that weight drag that woodbine

Lights out mate sackarooni time

Lights out sack time