Imagine a place where you don't need a name

and you don't need a licence to open your mind

It's a travelling circus of jokers and clowns

a movie picture that's one of its kind

and this place is the only place where even the clergy dance in the rain

and I know if I was stronger I'd change my ways and join the parade with yo u.



Dirty face and oily hands, but adament of life so clean and so pure

and in a perfect world the rights of man

could never betray the rights of the land

and this way is the only way

a pilgrim's walk a hail of song

and I know if I were stronger I'd change

my ways and join the parade with you.



From the backstreets of this island, move on, move on

To the walkways of the mainland move on.