Welcome to Apeville! Now you're a citizen, too Meet Mrs. Doreen Pompidou / She'd like to do the shimmy on top of you The wall is coming down / The one which holds the house up A brass band playing in a dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdust As people dressed as cows form an orderly queue For a drug that makes you dead for a second or two I raise myself from my punchbowl, drowning: "The Yakuza are singing--it can't be true!"
Her hand squeezes mine and I shudder She says, "That was one shock, now here comes another You really don't remember, do you?" / I said, "Why? Am I supposed to? Me, the slut of dishevelled women / whom fun has made sad and careless?" And she's knocked me onto the greasy floor And a eunuch is barring the only door Pilar, in her room above the farmacia, Smiles as she pictures your little thing Imagine her surprise when she looks through the window And sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing
"Go home, Bible Mike! / Go home, Bible Mike! You preach without a right / Go home, Bible Mike!"
You don't make me laugh, you don't make me horny, So what the hell are we doing here? Gasping all night in this Nazi city You bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my blood Humping in my blood / Market my blood! / Market my blood!
You got a tourist mind Deaf, dumb and blind to all the pain you bring This is more than just sin "Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there."
Anytime you look / This court says, "Take a hike" The slate will not be wiped / Just go home, Bible Mike Go home, Bible Mike....
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