We're going down to Skagaströnd N.Y.C. And God put it here Clasp hands Well, I went out the night before last I saw a queue outside Clasp hands And they did I was empowered And the empowerment made me gentle in my baldness I was so glad It was part of the job club Fulfilled, I was Over the death march of the one thousand I looked across I was well reflected I knew we had to clasp hands To clasp hands Well, all the heads Looked right to me Well, the English men with hands all clasped (hands) Put it here Clasp Grasp Hup! Now eight is eight and in French it's ... I didn't get past the six In German it is sieben - the one after that And ah, N.Y.C. Well I'm going down to Skagaströnd And God put it there And God put it there There was a queue before me And they all clasped hands They all grasped hands They all clasped hands
Fall Heads Roll
We're going down on N-ineteen At 4:30 a.m. And we grasped the hands in N.Y.C. It was Steve's song, Clasp Hands Well perhaps it's so familiar in a blue bus It was a pleasure The lads were wolverines A cuckoo was talking So we clasped hands We grasped hands We're going down N.Y.C. Steve's song A whirlpool was talking to me And we all clasped hands It was clockwork tears And we all clasped hands It was one of the best shows ever seen Ludicrous, majestic and exhilarating Cos in the chaos is a lustrous jewel And we all clasped hands in N.Y.C.
Smith, Mark E. with Austin Collings (2009). Renegade: The Lives and Tales of Mark E. Smith. London: Penguin. (Originally published by Viking, 2008). [Available online in the Internet Archive]
