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?

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Niemand weet het in dit hele land

Wie was dat, die onbekende man?

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Het was een wilde en natte novembernacht

En de spits was op zijn hoogtepunt

King's Cross de locatie die

De vinger des doods werd gewezen op

Onder de menigte was een eenzame ziel

Met een missie in gedachten en een plek om naartoe te gaan

Niemand weet waar hij was gebonden

Toen zijn noodlottige stappen hem onder de grond brachten

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Niemand houdt van hem in dit land

Wie was dat, die onbeminde man?

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Door de open poorten stroomden de slachtoffers

De hoge en de machtige en de gevilde en gescoorde

Op de roltrap stonden ze

Dat bruine oude ding was gemaakt van hout

Een sigarettenpeuk stak een vuurbal aan

Ging helemaal naar de lokettenzaal

Mama's en papa's en kinderen stierven

Maar er was er nog één om wie niemand huilde

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Niemand claimt hem in dit land

Wie was dat, een niet-opgeëiste man?

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

De autoriteiten door puin

Op radio en tv wel gekozen

Exclusieve foto's in de kranten

Dat deed het grote publiek tikken

De krachten die waren waren allemaal verbijsterd

Over hoe dit was gebeurd

Maar geen van hen leek er iets om te geven

Over het eenzame gezicht op de stationsmuur

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Niemand weet het in dit hele land

Wie was dat, die onbekende man?

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Wie was dat nou?

Wie was dat, wie was die man?

Niemand houdt van hem in dit land

Wie was dat, die onbeminde man?

Zei dat niemand van hem houdt

Wie was die man?