Van der Graaf Generator — The Liquidator

I read the news in a paper: No flowers, please, donations to charity Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G. – Yeh, send the money To Guy and Hugh and David and me It's a joke There is no hope left Oh, whoever might disagree Tell me juicy rumours Dish me the dirt Go on and rip the back right off my shirt Tell me how I hate Hugh Banton Tell us that the bank account is zero And that anyway there's no-one left to play to... Oh, well, there you go Are we ever going to get this act together on time? It's been totally screwed up and I really just don't know Is there any way of keeping a clean feed line? It's out of the question when the triple distortion booster's blown "Jackson, please!" "What's the matter, man?" "You're freaking me out, you know." Only playing happy families Maybe playing different tunes Always playing too hard, too fast, too soon Waiting for our fate to take us Waiting for the liquidator Can't be cut off by the paper In the middle of a show Waiting for our fate to take us Waiting for the liquidator The only news is bad news And the only story's breaking up Or carrying on Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting... Carrying on