These Are The Days That Matter



    Rips in the ozone nine miles high
    The sun beats down like a hammer
    That can't be seen by the naked eye
    And they can't be caught by the camera


      The animals graze in the poisonous haze
      We plough the fields and scatter
      These are the days of the dangerous rays
      These are the days that matter


        These are the days of the dangerous rays
        These are the days that matter.





LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE