(Martin Plaza)
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Much worse than Calvary
Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be
It's chock a block all day deserted by nine-nine thirty
Ask a policeman can you tell me is there a bar open
Might as well be in prison you tell, they won't listen
Oh no what a town, this town can really get you down
Oh what a state to be run by a senile clown
Pensioners don't need to go all around the place in fear
Not so lucky if you happen to be a black or queer
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
Good Friday in Dead City
Is no place to be
No no no no...
