Go Home Bible Mike

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The Fatima Mansions - Pop

Go Home Bible Mike

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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 brick-dust 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! Go home, Bible Mike! Go home, Bible Mike! Go home, Bible Mike! Go home, Bible Mike! 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 disheveled women Whom fun has made sad and careless?" Now she's knocked me onto the greasy floor And her 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 on my blood Humping on 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 like 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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