Lyrics of
This Leaden Pall

It's the year 2163
Chester Barnes is risen from the dead
And he's coming round to creosote the fence
And I for one feel Spartan and monastic.
As the drama unfolds on the lawn
There's a wager between the staff and me
That Barnsey can't complete the job before
I take my final Stannah up the stairs to the stars.
Papal entourage give us a song, papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song, papal entourage give us a song, sssh
Granddaughter doesn't wanna know
Ever since she got into the charts
Ask her what perfume she wears
'Self-Righteous by Anita Roddick.
The doctor overrates me in my room
And with the regularity of doom
A geezer with a double-necked guitar
Comes and tells me Tales from Topographic Oceans.
Papal entourage give us a song, papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song, papal entourage give us a song.
Papal entourage give us a song, papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song, papal entourage give us a song, sssh