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?