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