Who Was That Man? - Nick Lowe

Who was that, who was that man?

Nobody knows all across this land

Who was that, that unknown man

Who was that, who was that man?

It was a wild and wet November night

And the rush hour was at its height

King’s Cross the venue that

The finger of death was pointed at

Among the crowd was a lonely soul

With a mission in mind and a place to go

Nobody knows where he was bound

When his fateful steps took him underground

Who was that, who was that man?

Nobody love him across this land

Who was that, that unloved man

Who was that, who was that man?

Through the open gates the victims poured

The high and the mighty and the skinned and scored

Up on the escalator they stood

That brown old thing was made of wood

A cigarette butt lit a fireball

Went all the way to the ticket hall

Mamas and papas and children died

But there was one left there for whom no one cried

Who was that, who was that man?

Nobody claim him across this land

Who was that, an unclaimed man

Who was that, who was that man?

The authorities through debris

On radio and TV did pick

Exclusive pictures in the papers

That made the general public tick

The powers that be were all aghast

About how this thing had come to pass

But none of them seemed to care at all

About the lonesome face on the station wall

Who was that, who was that man?

Nobody knows all across this land

Who was that, that unknown man

Who was that, who was that man?

Who was that now?

Who was that, who was that man?

Nobody love him across this land

Who was that, that unloved man

Said nobody loves him

Who was that man?

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Nessuno sa dappertutto in questa terra

Chi era quello, quell'uomo sconosciuto

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Era una notte di novembre selvaggia e umida

E l'ora di punta era al culmine

King's Cross il luogo che

Il dito della morte è stato puntato

Tra la folla c'era un'anima solitaria

Con una missione in mente e un posto dove andare

Nessuno sa dove fosse legato

Quando i suoi fatidici passi lo portarono sottoterra

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Nessuno lo ama in questa terra

Chi era quell'uomo non amato

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Attraverso i cancelli aperti le vittime si riversarono

Gli alti e i potenti e gli scuoiati e segnati

Su sulla scala mobile stavano in piedi

Quella vecchia cosa marrone era fatta di legno

Un mozzicone di sigaretta ha acceso una palla di fuoco

Sono andato fino alla biglietteria

Morirono mamme, papà e bambini

Ma ce n'era rimasto uno per il quale nessuno piangeva

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Nessuno lo reclama in questa terra

Chi era quello, un uomo non reclamato

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Le autorità attraverso le macerie

Alla radio e alla TV hanno scelto

Immagini esclusive sui giornali

Ciò ha fatto battere il pubblico in generale

I poteri che erano erano tutti inorriditi

Su come questa cosa è avvenuta

Ma a nessuno di loro sembrava importare affatto

Sulla faccia solitaria sul muro della stazione

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Nessuno sa dappertutto in questa terra

Chi era quello, quell'uomo sconosciuto

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Chi era quello adesso?

Chi era quello, chi era quell'uomo?

Nessuno lo ama in questa terra

Chi era quell'uomo non amato

Ha detto che nessuno lo ama

Chi era quell'uomo?