A sudden wind cuts through the song.
Five hundred people can't be wrong.
This place is finished I can tell,
This place is finished they're gonna sell.

Can't quite believe what I've just seen,
Construction workers dressed in green.
A supermarket on the hill,
The way things happen makes you feel ill.

And the goat looks on, at another one.
The goat looks on at, another one.

A water still, a gentle breeze,
Holiday people ill at ease.
The councillor speaks from the past,
Visiting clergy get there last.

And the goat looks on, at another one.
The goat looks on, at another one.

Ever this simple? once or twice,
Someone has got to break the ice.
I'll take your money, make it good,
Take it to another neighbourhood.

And the goat looks on, at another one.
And the goat looks on, at another one.
And the goat looks on, at another one.
And the goat looks on, at another one.