Wishing for money is a man growing old and he
Breaks our knife's edge with his care for the ordinary
Winning hand in hand, Michael Miles plays a game for me
Liberace asks after me and all my family
On down the line
A soldier hides his worn uniform in an eiderdown
Says "Never mind the war, take me home again
For the last time"
Jim parades a toy that he won on a rifle range
Holds him up high, it's a plaster statue of Peter Glaze
It says the strangest things
And all we feel is lonеly just like stoneage dinosaurs
Wishing for monеy is a man growing old and he
Breaks our knife's edge with his care for the ordinary
And Mr T. offers me and all humanity a safe place to be
And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs
Stoneage Dinosaurs was written by Tim Smith.