Coldcut
Текст песни Mr Nichols

Please Mr. Nichols come back inside the window, I can’t promise you anything, but I trust that there is far greater reason to live, I know you’ve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs, Your stocks are falling, your investments have failed you, The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates, You question what is this world coming to, What is the profit margin when you’re forced to pander to the marginalized, Where’s the glory you dreamt of as a child... Dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets, Your mother, holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the words... “it’s just boy stuff”