Sitting on a park bench / Eyeing little girls with bad intent / Snot running down his nose / Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
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Wond’ring aloud / How we feel today / Last night sipped the sunset / My hand in her hair
Take you to the cinema / Leave you in a wimpy bar / You tell me that we’ve gone too far / Come running up to me
Happy, and I’m smiling, walk a mile to drink your water / You know I’d love to love you, and above you there’s no other / We’ll go walking out while others shout of war’s disaster / Oh, we won’t give in, let’s go living in the past
Really don’t mind if you sit this one out / My words but a whisper, your deafness, a shout / I may make you feel but I can’t make you think / Your sperm’s in the gutter, your love’s in the sink
As I did walk by hampstead fair / I came upon mother goose / So I turned her loose / She was screaming
The old Rocker wore his hair too long / Wore his trouser cuffs too tight / Unfashionable to the end, drank his ale too light / Death’s head belt buckle, yesterday’s dreams
Whenever I get to feel this way / Try to find new words to say / I think about the bad old days / We used to know
Really don’t mind if you sit this one out / My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout / I may make you feel but I can’t make you think / Your sperm’s in the gutter, your love’s in the sink
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust / An October’s day, towards evening / Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough / Salt on a deep chest seasoning