The Jangling Man

I am just a jangling man
 Been in the cold too long-along-along
 They're breaking glass and burning buildings
 In the early greenhouse sun
 The powers-that-be will blame extremists
 And I may well be one
 And all you kids in Cardboard City
 I hope you're having fun
 And all you voters everywhere
 Will remember what you've done
 Remember what you've done
 And I am just a jangling man
 Been in the cold too long-along-along
 And I live with a Raggedy-Ann
 We never had any money, is it really so wrong?
 The velvet glove, the iron rod and a bridle for your tongue
 The tanks which trundle through the square
 When the old have killed the young
 The wind feels all the colder now that the summer's on the run
 The old man sees the wall come down and he reaches for his gun
 He reaches for his gun
 And I am just a jangling man
 Been in the cold too long-along-along
 And I live with a Raggedy-Ann
 We never had any money, is it really so wrong?
 When we dream
 Dream of a feeling
 To wake one day and find that you are gone
 And will we dance?
 Dance by your gravesides
 So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone
 So wander dimly through the past
 Of the England that you knew
 These dispossessed and homeless children
 They all belong to you
 They all belong to you
 And I am just a jangling man
 Been in the cold too long-along-along
 And I live with a Raggedy-Ann
 We never had any money, is it really so wrong?
 When we dream (dream, dream)
 Dream of a feeling (I am just a jangling man)
 To wake one day and find that you are gone (I am just a jangling man)
 And will we dance? (dance, dance)
 Dance by your gravesides (I am just a jangling man)
 So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone (I am just a jangling man)
 So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone