Ian Anderson Enter The Uninvited lyrics

Space. Place. Face. Halt. Block.
Stop. Sorry - we're coming in.

We Roman legions wend their way through
ever-widening roads of Empire.
Long straight tracks to new horizons,
gilded in soft-tinted campfire.
Old Corinium Dobunnorum,
Durovernum Cantiacorum.
Bold Londinium offers voice in
market square and open forum.

Angles, Saxons, Danes and Normans,
on the whole, a curve of learning.
Alfie, great in spirit, battle, on Somerset
Levels left cakes a-burning.
Willy Conker, work cut out, in Domesday
pages, marks our number.
Sheep and pigs amongst the hundreds,
fat tithes and taxes to encumber.


Pizza palace, burger kingdom,
cocaine cola, nylon stockings,
Playboy, Newsweek, Time and Life,
GI Joe, spam fritter shocking.

Cold War sparring, Langley spooking,
Grosvenor Square (the London Station).
Elvis hips and Monroe lips, John
Birch against United Nations.

Bubblegum and Google-bum,
Facebook-frenzied social network.
Apple Mac and iPhone App, Gibson,
Fender sonic fretwork.
Star Trek, Baywatch, Friends, Sopranos,
West Wing, Madmen, Walking Dead.
Officer Rick will turn the trick and
banish zombies - from our heads.