Good Friday lyrics

Good Friday in Dead City Is no place to be Good Friday in Dead City Much worse than Calvary Good Friday in Dead City is no place to be It's chock a block all day deserted by nine-nine thirty Ask a policeman can you tell me is there a bar open Might as well be in prison you tell, they won't listen Oh no what a town, this town can really get you down Oh what a state to be run by a senile clown Pensioners don't need to go all around the place in fear Not so lucky if you happe n to be a black or queer Good Friday in Dead City Is no place to be Good Friday in Dead City Is no place to be Good Friday in Dead City Is no place to be Good Friday in Dead City Is no place to be No no no no