Alan Moore — Fires I Wish Id Seen

Last week that place burned that sold those psychedelic shirts It must have looked so colorful and nobody got hurt A paisley blaze whose origins nobody could assert But that's one fire I wish I'd seen That old guy with a stammer shuttling through town He asked this girl for cigarettes, she walked on with a frown He threw his crutches at her, missed, looked bitter and fell down It's the most eloquent that he has ever been I've got this friend, his name is John, he should by rights be dead He fell three stories off a roof and landed on his head His skull remained intact but cracked the paving stones instead Heaven must be full, they're turning folk away sight unseen And what I wish for you to have is a warm night in July When the sodium lights like Lucozade got spilled across the sky And from the hard-eyed Italian waiters to the skate punks rolling by Everybody treats you like a queen