Zen Baseballbat - Signed Off R. Mutt

I was shaking like a leaf on a Fisons plant
I prayed for every illness that the devil sent
I was egged on by a sadist supervisor
I threw myself into the fertiliser
Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals
I left the job club torture room
With little applause
They broke up my horizons
Over them there town hall walls
I offered them the services
Of a Marcel Duchamp
They gave me the post
Of a lavatory attendant
Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals
My pain in the arts
Had only just begun
When I choked on my own
Bloody disinfectant
Make no bones about it
Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

Written by:
CARL GLEAVEY, GARY GLEAVEY

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