Jean-Paul Is Dying

Jean-Paul is dying it said on the news,
the message was brief and designed to confuse.
So, put down your cocktails,
and hide away your guns,
Jean-Paul is dying. Everyone:
Jean-Paul is dying.

Tear drops fall into white wine,
You bite on your glass, the taste is divine.
You cough and you splutter,
spit out the blood.
Then you digest the news and chew on the cud.
Jean-Paul is dying.

The rumbling of the underground keeps you awake,
you count sheep, but they end up on your plate.
The channel is blank,
the interference has gone.
Jean-Paul is dead,
but Jean-Paul lives on.
Jean-Paul is dying.

Wednesday morning, you wake up and read;
Jean-Paul is dying, your mouth is still bleeding.
Another proposal,
yet another conclusion.
But again on the news, always confusion.
Jean-Paul is dying.




Capability Red 1980