Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last of the Window Cleaners , by - Momus. Release date: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last of the Window Cleaners , by - Momus. Last of the Window Cleaners |
| I was the last of the window-cleaners |
| I was sacrificed as such |
| When they singled out the ring-leaders |
| They said I’d seen too much |
| But I only saw what the butler did |
| The chambermaid also |
| I only saw how the other half lived |
| I just washed their windows |
| Maybe up my ladder I got ideas above my station |
| Seldom if ever had a working man had a higher education |
| I learned to value clarity |
| And that knowledge is a two-way thing |
| That when windows attain transparency |
| Working men get a good look in |
| But times are bad for window-cleaners |
| Worse than the 1930s |
| If it’s not cowboys and amateurs |
| Who don’t know where the dirt is |
| It’s our most powerful customers |
| Who’ll wipe us out eventually |
| They’ve lost the taste for clarity |
| In the late 20th century |
| They took away our permits |
| And imposed a window tax |
| People became like hermits |
| Sitting in their pitch black flats |
| And though we remained intransigent |
| And our pride in the work lived on |
| There was a series of mysterious accidents |
| And we died off one by one |
| I was the last of the window-cleaners |
| After the union was smashed |
| They found the corpses of the other ring leaders |
| Their fingers had been crushed |
| I received anonymous letters threatening attack |
| They struck at the Limehouse dock |
| Up drew a horse-drawn hackney cab |
| It was well past twelve o’clock |
| Out came a man with a lantern |
| Saying he’d come to light me to bed |
| Saying something to do with a chopper |
| And something to do with my head |
| But I wasn’t listening carefully |
| There were other things on my mind |
| The failure of the union |
| The future of mankind |
| He spread his frock coat flat on the quay |
| And began positioning me there |
| Laid me back almost tenderly and flourished a butcher’s cleaver |
| I shouted past him into the dark 'We're prepared to make concessions' |
| But the blade he twisted in my heart |
| Ended my profession |
| But times are bad for window-cleaners |
| Worse than the 1930s |
| If it’s not cowboys and amateurs |
| Who don’t know where the dirt is |
| It’s our most powerful customers |
| Who’ll wipe us out eventually |
| They’ve lost the taste for clarity |
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