There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme    In a time that wasn't a time    There was a place that wasn't a place    There was a race that wasn't a race       But I lived in a city no-one knew    Thousands of people, indecisions    Chained in by sorrow everyone    Started to wonder how it all begun    Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens    Queues went for miles and millions to come    Fall of because write us a few    Friend kept complaining and joined the queue!       Still was a place that wasn't a place    Still a race that wasn't a race    Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here    Such a thought - a simple idea    Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit    Music was playing, wine to drink    Women of scarlet, faces of flame    Laughter and argue, ever the same