Up and down the rollercoaster
Running around the oily tracks
Just at the very top
The frame starts to collapse
Down, down, no way out
Hear the children scream and shout
‘Mummy, mummy, where have you gone?’
People on the big wheel don’t know what’s wrong
People are dead under the mess
It made me laugh I must confess
5th Sept 1985 – In my angsty teenage world, other people weren’t allowed to have fun.
