
Zengem Roy Harper
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You can see the crazy little dog sniffing all the wet trees
Following the noisy little boys sneaking down the High Street
Flashing past the grotty betting shops - everybody losing
Kilburn still burn
Baby's hanging off his mummy's stocking tops
Groping round her knickers with his lollypops
Lemon drops - sleepy cops
The church across the street has a bell and a Quasimodo
You can hear them swing together now every Sunday mono
But I'm trying to get some kip and I just don't want to know-wo
Get the hell off that bell!
Don't you think I deserve a little peace?
If I was making all that row would you be pleased?
Pain relieved or brain diseased?
What a very strange society everybody lives in
Swapping bits of paper for the difficulties of living
How much for a beautiful body?
How much for a bean tin?
And how much for meaning?
Well I'm afraid you've kicked me in the mental crutch
Sawn my little brain out with your hawthorn bush
Nothing much... but what a touch
Oh deary, deary me
Following the noisy little boys sneaking down the High Street
Flashing past the grotty betting shops - everybody losing
Kilburn still burn
Baby's hanging off his mummy's stocking tops
Groping round her knickers with his lollypops
Lemon drops - sleepy cops
The church across the street has a bell and a Quasimodo
You can hear them swing together now every Sunday mono
But I'm trying to get some kip and I just don't want to know-wo
Get the hell off that bell!
Don't you think I deserve a little peace?
If I was making all that row would you be pleased?
Pain relieved or brain diseased?
What a very strange society everybody lives in
Swapping bits of paper for the difficulties of living
How much for a beautiful body?
How much for a bean tin?
And how much for meaning?
Well I'm afraid you've kicked me in the mental crutch
Sawn my little brain out with your hawthorn bush
Nothing much... but what a touch
Oh deary, deary me
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