Lyrics:

(Hammill)



'Well what's the harm?

It's good clean fun....

why don't you just

go on and have another one?

When there's hanky-panky in the

boardroom, wooly-bully on the farm,

what's the harm?

It's quite allright -

I mean to say,

tomorrow's just another day....'

Oh, but in the morning,

but in the morning haze

will you still feel as fine,

will you still need to trade

day for night?



In the country of the blind,

the one-eyed man is king;

in the country of the sheep, they call him

Cyclops.

And the quality of mind is such a

tenuous thing that here you need it

like a blind man needs eye drops.

Get out of that back room, this vacuum,

it attracts you, but in fact you

don't know quite what it is,

you're being sapped of everything

you once valued so highly...

Will you still feel as strong,

will you still long for weakness to come?

It's a Chemical World...

not a candidate ever fails;

though you search for the Holy Grail

you're not going to find it

in the Chemical World.



A sleeper train; you can't escape;

fast overnight the ticker-tape.

Oh but in the morning,

but in the morning haze

will the market have turned,

will there be no more days left to trade?

It's the Chemical World

and from the moment that it's embraced

it's the Chemical World

all the diamonds turn to paste....

in the Chemical World

Yeah, you think you'll look so pretty -

it's gonna blow up in your face.



'It's just the time, so slow to pass.

It's just the drug...it doesn't last....'