Lyrics

[Verse 1] A sorry tale was told last night To revellers on clear white light Whose first response was but to jeer Which slowly changed to one of fear They call themselves the new and vital church With fashion tips they stole from Mum and Lurch And all the time despite what she says We turn our stoned, superior gaze on you [Verse 2] A merry wife was she at first Till father bought the family hearse And drove us all to see the sea And brought us home in time for tea And childrеn leave when thеy can take no more But she remains with him for evermore And all the time despite how it seems We fill our stoned, superior dreams with you