Hazel Lucey, Brian Jones and James Greve - The Mime Sang

THE MIME ScNG

Push through the crowd
To the heart of the scene
Find a flat glass of beer
Crush sleep seeds
Nervous that Jesus
cfter all this he's queer
Meathead brain trust
Beauty deserted
Holds out her tin cup

Silken dream
Doorbell rang
Burst its seams
The mime sang

White man (white man)
I think you've lost the tune
cgain you clear the room
Relax you freak
You're not on TV

Passed by the bicycle
Passed by the bicycle girls

Well can you spell
Some words like your name
Have a suspicious smell
Blue plate stalemate
Ingrates all
Now the bank has gone bust
Hot gold lust
Enormous drunk skin suit
Junkmen rake rust

Crashing wish
Broken fang
Torn to bits
The mime sang

White man (white man)
I think you've lost the tune
cgain you clear the room
Relax you freak
You're not on TV

Passed by the bicycle
Passed by the bicycle girls

Written by:
James Greve

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