Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Weller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Weller
Composer
Simon Dine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Weller
Producer
Simon Dine
Producer
Jan "Stan" Kybert
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Clang, clang, clang
Oh the bells do peel
Cry, cry, cry cried the widows peak
The salty days of tears that dare not speak
Bang, bang, bang shot the passer by
I don't care cried the vicars wife
They're only numbers
Melting in the ice
And I don't care 'bout this ol' world
I'll take my chances in the earth
Rob myself 'til my eyes are blind
Then settle up and ride into the night
Seen any bodies? Said the Saracen's head
Damn, damn, damn sure I left it here
It's hard to tell the fighters from the thieves
Moon, moon, moon shine your heavy light
Lift up the sons and daughters alike
Tell them that you won't be home tonight
And I don't care 'bout the coming wave
I'll take my chances in the grave
There's only this moment that is now
I can't undo what I don't know how
And I don't care what the neighbours think
I've heard their dripping from the kitchen sink
The damp comes down and changes my wall
Fills my flat I find myself submerged
Writer(s): Paul John Weller, Simon Dine
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