S. Broughton Oh my love, what are we going to do? I can't believe that the hour is due That my whole life here with you is through Now they wanna put is in a fifteen-storey view and I can't stand it. But don't you worry, I'll think of something If there's anything I can do. I don't propose we let them through Do you? So lock all the windows and bolt all the doors 'cos here they come the bastards here they come Putting an order on you and all your family If you wanna leave the town notify me There's a condition that you'll always have to guarantee. Necessarily you will agree You got anything to say to me? Don't be so clever with me Or I'll give you something to think about Make you see That I'm not the fool you thought me to be But you never saw anything other than your opportunity