crimea – out of africa lyrics
i struggle to think of a beastier beast
than the beast i became
gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again
driven only by the herculean desire
to fill my body with anything
that helps me forget it’s a body in the first place
gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again
humankind, never stood a chance
too scared to leave the house
far from the madding crowd
gonna be a fatcamp hero now
so began, the chronicles of man
this weak distorted thing
evil and all that jazz
came out of africa
follow the yellow brick road wherever
the d-mn thing goes
winter just hangs around,
like a smoker’s cough of sixty years
stumbling through a no-frills life with a chip
on my shoulder the size of an iceberg
winter just hangs around like a smoker’s
cough of sixty years
human kind, never stood a chance
too scared to leave the house
far from the madding crowd
gonna be a fatcamp hero now
so began, the chronicles of man
this weak distorted thing
evil and all that jazz
came out of africa
does winter just hang around
like a smoker’s cough of sixty years
we go where the bad people go
gonna be a fatcamp hero now
so began, the chronicles of man
this weak distorted thing
evil and all that jazz
came out of africa
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