(Martin Plaza)

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 happen 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...