Mid Day Crisis - текст песни
Mid Day Crisis
Then I saw his face and I was a believer It was the automatic rifles The Nintendos and Segas And the half a dozen dead disciples And like many a fruitcake before him He claimed to be the son of God But like many a fruitcake before him Maybe he really was
CHORUS Hot dogs! Toss! Mid day crisis!
And meanwhile a black Maria Leaves the hallowed halls of justice Under a hall of phlegm and fire >From the assembled vigilantes and uncles
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Ippa dippa dation no operation Too many people at the station Get in line behind the nation The rest of life's fall-out patients Who wake up every morning smiling Stretching, yawning, breakfast-timing Out in alices, toasted brown Then the mid day crisis comes around
And no, I'm not a believer ANd no, I don't want to see your leaflets I lsot my faith with my taste for sausages and hats And no you can't come in for tea and biscuits
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