W.M.C. - Blob 59

Lyrics

Right we'll go here Where is he? Just been to the park Not the pub, the park Go on We too do not recognise the M.U We come with our hands open in fiendship We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity WMC! (The social alternative was incredibly frequent) (completely unidentifiable backing singing continues....) We come with our hands open in fiendship We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity We merely make cabaret We are on Gramme Friday