| Lyrics: | One was taking the gate down today and one reads the Bible.">
Welcome to Apeville! Now
you're a citizen, too
Meet Mrs. Doreen Pompidou / She'd like to do the shimmy on top of
you
The wall is coming down / The one which holds the house up
A brass band playing in a
dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdust
as people dressed as cows form an orderly
queue
for a drug that makes you dead for a second or two
I raise myself from my punchbowl,
drowning:
"The Yakuza are singing--it can't be true!"
"Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go
home, Bible Mike!"
"Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!"
Her hand squeezes
mine and I shudder
She says, "That was one shock, now here comes another
You really don't
remember, do you?" / I said, "Why? Am I supposed to?
Me, the slut of dishevelled women / whom
fun has made sad and careless?"
and she's knocked me onto the greasy floor
and a eunuch is
barring the only door
Pilar, in her room above the farmacia,
smiles as she pictures your
little thing
Imagine her surprise when she looks through the window
and sees you riddled
with bullets while the cops all sing
"Go home, Bible Mike! / Go home, Bible
Mike!
You preach without a right / Go home, Bible Mike!"
You don't make me laugh,
you don't make me horny,
so what the hell are we doing here?
Gasping all night in this
Nazi city
You bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my blood
Humping in my blood / Market
my blood! / Market my blood!
You got a tourist mind
Deaf, dumb and blind to all the
pain you bring
This is more than just sin
"Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home
I'd go there."
Anytime you look / This court says, "Take a hike"
The slate will not
be wiped / Just go home, Bible Mike
Go home, Bible Mike |
