|
The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose |
|
In the teeming temple of the railroad kings |
|
He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase |
|
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things |
|
But i can't bring myself to look |
|
Wake up zombie write yourself another book |
|
You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout |
|
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over |
|
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer |
|
Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow |
|
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers |
|
While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding |
|
For their tears |
|
But i can't bring myself to look |
|
Wake up zombie |
|
Get yourself off the book |
|
You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout |
|
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over |
|
Forget about beethoven, rembrandt and rock and roll |
|
Forget about mickey mouse, marlboro and coca cola |
|
Forget about cadillac, mercedes and toyota |
|
Forget about buddha, allah, jesus and jehovah |
|
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over |
|
Any day now a giant insect mutation |
|
Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden |
|
Starting out with all of the sensitive ones |
|
Better make like a fly if you don't want to die |
|
Look out there goes gordon |
|
But i can't bring myself to think |
|
Wake up zombie |
|
Kick up a big stink |
|
You want to scream and shout my little saxon lout |
|
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over |
