Pete Atkin - An Array Of Pa**ionate Lovers lyrics

Atkin-James The troops of love are pulling out You can see it from the air A slow retreat you couldn't call a rout But they're whispering what they used to shout And even the stoned have a thoughtful stare There there there there It's all over The children of the dream are coming home You'll have to run in special lines To call the next of kin Get the blankets off the trucks Hang the plasma bottles on the hooks The revolution's coming in The troops of love are falling back From the high ground to the plain And a loaf of bread in a polythene sack Costs a whole dime bag of uncut smack And many a coaster gapes with the pain Of needle-tracks into every vein When that faithful nail reaches breaking strain The main line is never the same again There there there there It's all over The children of the dream are coming home That big-mouthed dude in the flash duds Preached fighting in the streets But the crowd of kids held an angel with a knife Who carved himself a slice of another guy's life And the blooms of blood unfolded from the buds And the bad karma came down in sheets And the troops of love got wise, they were paying Too much for their seats The troops of love are pulling out You can see it from the air A slow retreat you couldn't call a rout But they're whispering what they used to shout And even the stoned have a thoughtful stare And they all wear blood-knots in their hair There there there there It's all over The children of the dream are coming home