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