And the sun shone Through high windows In the new part Of the old school In the windows There were stories They told of fast food And of new cars They were adverts In the stained glass And the lead Then the noise came Short and sharp Hard and taut Through the wall Just one man In a grey suit And a pink tie Tried quietly To explain Through the wall Then the crash came Brick and blue sky Poured in A brick came It thumped his head And he staggered On legs of soft meat Towards the wall And he stumbled And he fell And his drunken Words Stopped where he fell