Back in the Playground
Blues

I dreamed I was back in the playground, I was about four feet high Yes dreamed I was back in the playground, standing about four feet high Well the playground was three miles long and the playground was five miles wide

It was broken black tarmac with a high wire fence all around Broken black dusty tarmac with a high wire fence running all around And it had a special name to it, they called it The Killing Ground

Got a mother and a father, they're one thousand years away The rulers of The Killing Ground are coming out to play Everybody thinking: 'Who they going to play with today?'

Well you get it for being Jewish And you get it for being black Get it for being chicken And you get it for fighting back You get it for being big and fat Get it for being small Oh those who get it get it and get it For any damn thing at all

Sometimes they take a beetle, tear off its six legs one by one Beetle on its black back, rocking in the lunchtime sun But a beetle can't beg for mercy, a beetle's not half the fun

I heard a deep voice talking, it had that iceberg sound 'It prepares them for Life' - but I have never found Any place in my life worse than The Killing Ground