Judge Smith - The Dying of the Light lyrics

At Parkhurst Prison on the Isle of Wight Jimmy-Jimmy learned to read and write He wrote a book called "The Criminal Neophyte: ­A Psychosocial View" Lord Longford made them set him free He got a Job with the BBC He's now a Liberal MP Now would I lie to you? The setting sun sets all aflame And what became of Whatshisname? Ray and Val are still in debt But you shouldn't write them off just yet They're working for a chap they met At a Masonic Ladies' Night Now Ray looks tough and Val looks cute With the mobile phone and the power suit They're selling time share apartments near Beirut Ray says "There's a tunnel at the end of the light" But oh the night is falling They're fading from our sight The shadows thickly crawling The dying of the light Me? I got a brand new hobby-horse About World financial intercourse I'll talk; but I'm an unattributable source Don't want to die quite yet And my friend Fay moved to Aberdeen With an Apple Mac and a fax machine She publishes a magazine Called "Circle Dance Gazette" She said we had to stay in touch She never liked me all that much The Tzar's doing what he does best He's raised his flag in Bucharest It's got more holes than an old string vest But no one seems to care 'Cause he's the first of the gentle, new-age Tzars But you must attend his seminars And we all have flags with the Ring of Stars And we wave them in the air But oh the night is falling He's fading from our sight The shadows thickly crawling The dying of the light The darkness, all pervading Hides every face you've known But briefly, as it's fading Each face looks like your own I must stop banging on this way And work out what I'm trying to say The lives of everyone we've met Are woven in a kind of net The twilight shows its silhouette That's hidden in the light of day But oh the night is falling It's fading from our sight The shadows thickly crawling The dying of the light The darkness, all pervading Hides every face you've known But briefly, as it's fading Each face looks like your own