Met a little mutant baby this summer
Stood him on his head and he giggled for ages
Tension all round as he suck on his mother

We've got one mouth but he has another.

People tend to miss

The wonder of my gist.
But they'll die, they'll die blinded.
And the future ladies make-up smudge

The future women have to smudge their make-up.

Better have a panic, face up to it

Better have a panic, face-down.
Better have a panic, face up to it
Better have a panic or wear T-shirts, wear shirts, T-shirts.


The city loves the sun
But the sun has kissed the city

Too hard. And it'll die, blinded.
And the future ladies make-up smudge
The future women have to smudge their make-up.


Better have a panic etc.


A band of ill men try to build a few houses
Working in a pool of worrying water.
Tears run down as they take off their trousers:

Man's little tool is getting shorter and shorter.