The Jangling Man

They're breaking glass 
and burning buildings
In the early greenhouse sun
The powers that be will 
blame extremists
And I may well be one
Yes, I may well be one
And though Wat Tyler's ghost is smiling
As approving he looks on
They haven't really been this angry
Since 1381
Since 1381

And I am just a jangling man
Been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long
And I live with a Raggedy Ann
We never had any money
Is it really so wrong?

The velvet glove, the iron rod
And the bridle for your tongue
The tanks which trundle through the square
When the old have killed the young
The wind feels all but colder now
In the early summer sun
The old man sees the wall come down
And he reaches for his gun
He reaches for his gun

And I am just a jangling man
Been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long
And I live with a Raggedy Ann
We never had any money
Is it really so wrong?

When we dream
Dream of the feeling
To wake one day
And find that you
Are gone
And will we dance?
Dance by the graveside
So glad, so glad, so glad
That you are gone

To all you kids in Cardboard City
I hope you're having fun
And all you voters everywhere
Will remember what you've done
Remember what you've done
And wander dimly through the past of
The England that you knew
These disposed and homeless children
They all belong to you
They all belong to you

And I am just a jangling man
Been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long
And I live with a Raggedy Ann
We never had any money
Is it really so wrong?

When we dream
Dream of a feeling
To wake one day
And find that you
Are gone
And will we dance?
Dance by the graveside
So glad, so glad, so glad
That you are gone