Policemen and Pirates - Ocean Colour Scene, Steve Cradock, Simon Fowler

The house caught on fire in the winter

The bosses lay slain

And each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay

And they saw in the mirror

The sun had been shot down in flames

And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain

But it doesn’t really matter when the judgements are said

'Cause we all take our chances to find out

Romance is in some others bed

And you might burn your fingers

Hook your best rings for those

Who’d have you standing naked

Then publicly auction the use of a hose

All the children were laughing

There faces in half at the pain

At the girl who liked talking to walls and jumpin' at trains

And the words that ring true

In the playground of fools will remain

And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain

But it doesn’t really matter

When the rights have been read

'Cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed

And I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain

How policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses

Just finding their way