Tell you how the story stands I'm a victim in your hands Got me pleading on my bended knees That's the way the picture reads It's a horror show It's a
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken
Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle in a swirling rainbow tussle Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief scene Lonely in the dark I grope
(g.brooker / k.reid / m.fisher) You and me got a chance to make things right The writing... the writing's on the wall You and me got a chance to turn
(trower / reid) Well I opened my eyes this morning I wasn't at home in bed There were four angels standing round me I thought I must be dead Yeah I opened
Zika nor nama, hesah, Zika nor nama, hesah Zika nor nama, hesah, Zika nor nama, hesah Zika nor nama, hesah, Zika nor nama, hesah In this hourglass Sands
Spoken: a man gets on a train and starts having thoughts about his past, and a lot of references to old procol harum songs go through his head.) 'i'd
Weird goings on at the county jail Prisoners reading the sheriff's mail He's strapped down to a swivel chair Trying to swivel right out of there Pin-
I know if I'd been wiser this would never have occurred but I wallowed in my blindness so it's plain that I deserve for the sin of self-indulgence when
(brooker / reid) Though I know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with
Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't
Though I know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on
I'm a dog in a manger A cat with a mouse I'm the prodigal stranger I'll burn down the house I'm a self-educator A collector of news I'm the cool liberator
(brooker / reid)* Lime street in the afternoon Everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants Trying to find some kinda romance Quarter
Cellar full of diamonds Turret full of gold All for a mermaid's locket Too much to hold Drink the seals' blood from the ocean Drink the whole ocean dry
The bell on my door rang this morning From the kitchen I called, "Who's that there?" Through the letter box came a grappling hook Which grappled me right
The end of the evening, unable to cope Unique entertainment no longer a joke The close of the picture, the end of the show Merciless torment, torturous
It seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in the dream But dream became insanity An awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such