Stoneage Dinosaurs

Wishing for money is a man growing old and he

Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary

Winning hand in hand Michael Miles plays a game for me

Liberace asks after me and all my family

On down the line

A soldier hides his worn uniform in an eiderdown

Says never mind the war take me home again

For the last time

Jim parades a toy that he won on a rifle range

Holds him up high, its a plaster statue of Peter Glaze

It says the strangest things

And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs

Wishing for money is a man growing old and he

Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary

And Mr T offers me and all humanity a safe place to be

And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs