oh my darlings jean and rita   life couldn't be much sweeter   swinging all around you see   what this country's made of me   until yesterday i'd thought   the best things in life are bought   strange when you're led by the nose   through restaurants in evening clothes   through restaurants in evening clothes      but i'm tired of these contradictions   council roads to revolution   waves part, on they go   walking fast, thinking slow   days don't pass so calmly   invaded by salvation's army   if this is all god's given   well, he could keep the rest   i said he could keep the, keep the rest      but all these pennies    if they came from heaven   would this mean that all's forgiven?      i've seen these men and all the women   in love with everyday living   stack furniture against the door   landmine the kitchen floor   opening windows, pulling strings   the smell of napalm in the morning   but if engels came, saved us all   i doubt he would make housecalls   somehow i doubt that he would make housecalls      but if all these pennies   if they came from heaven   could karl marx have been mistaken?