| Lyrics: | Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of Nazi scum
I want my dad and I want my mum
A
Sherman tank and a load of guns
If love is the answer
What was the question
And
can it cure my indigestion baby?
Out of the frying pan
Into the frying pan
Back
to the drawing board
And I'll draw you a diagram
We'll put on the kettle for some tea and
some sympathy
Infamy! Infamy!
They've all got it in for me
If love is the
answer
Then what was the question
And can it solve the traffic congestion
baby?
Carry on, carry on you've got nothing to lose
You've dirtied your pants and
you can't afford shoes
To stand up and fight stand up for your rights
And dance to the
music that nobody likes
It goes ba ba ba ba
Out of the mouths of babes bearing
arms
Come the terrified sounds of a baby's alarm
At the kidnap and rape of his family and
friends
Who've been taken away to be ethnically cleansed
And the banners and badges and
your anarchist friends
Say "Apocalypse Now man!"
And "Never again!"
And I know the
following smut should be censored OK
But this shit is fucked as they say in the USA
ANd
they say it in Mexico, London and Jericho
Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and
Tokyo
Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan
Disneyland, Narnis, former
Yugoslavia
You siree boy there's nothing worth living for
But it really ain't worth
dying for
So jsut say three hail Jesus and Mary Chains
Two how's your fathers, give your
thanks to God
And say goodnight Jim Bob
Goodnight Jim Bob
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