Mid Day Crisis lyrics

Then I saw his face and I was a believer
It was the automatic rifles
The Nintendos and Segas
And the half a dozen dead disciples
And like many a fruitcake before him
He claimed to be the son of God
But like many a fruitcake before him
Maybe he really was

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Hot dogs!
Toss!
Mid day crisis!

And meanwhile a black Maria
Leaves the hallowed halls of justice
Under a hall of phlegm and fire
>From the assembled vigilantes and uncles

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Ippa dippa dation no operation
Too many people at the station
Get in line behind the nation
The rest of life`s fall-out patients
Who wake up every morning smiling
Stretching, yawning, breakfast-timing
Out in alices, toasted brown
Then the mid day crisis comes around

And no, I`m not a believer
ANd no, I don`t want to see your leaflets
I lsot my faith with my taste for sausages and hats
And no you can`t come in for tea and biscuits

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