Government Bookstore

Not the hospital gown you're wearing
Or the bad luck that dogs -
What's done is done
They burned the whole place down

Chased me all round the reference section
Tried to catch the attendants eyes
Ten years on the night shift
Well I won't work tonight

All my books are on loan
Since the Government Bookstore closed

Well we met in the hotel lobby
The executor read aloud the will
No wake, no eulogy
From this pathetic crowd

It's no Bloomsbury afternoon
Just a couple of soaks and the village fool

Well they closed down the whole main building
Boarded up and the main door staying shut
Used to steal things
From this now empty shop