I know this, I've played in this dirt Powdered glass over everything Spray paint, swastikas and cocks Coke cans bleached by soil Sir, why here? In the filthy flighted bramble hay There's canoek bloom and river song A mile just down the line First class touch More coffee, more apologies Pale faced kids in rubber clothes Dressed as cops outside I tried to find your name You didn't make the news You're just the man who's blues Stopped his heart beneath our shoes You're just the man who's blues You're just the man who's blues *