Twat Out Of Hell (Lightyear)

I need some small flowers to come and crack These concrete feet Life jackets, water wings, they cannot save me now I'm lonely Everybody's so fucking lonely Don't you know me? I was the singer in Creme Brul©e ("The last thing we need is an uneducated wazzock of a president who thinks human beings and fish can co-exist peacefully") Kerrang!, you're a comic book (Kerrang!, you're a comic book) And Fracture, you're elitist (And Fracture, you're elitist) Shit business where bands survive On three pounds a day Sorry this was About the war so anyway ("The last thing we need is an uneducated wazzock of a president who thinks human beings and fish can co-exist peacefully") So Where's Wally? He's in the Whitehouse He's playing army He's smoking a fat cigar So we'll chop his balls off (Chop his balls off) And make a pie (Make a pie) And over dinner we will ask him Why innocent people die Transit vans without MOT or insurance Promoters with S.A.S. skills in avoidance Seven thousand seven hundred and eighty one White lines on the M1 This is not for everyone So Where's Wally? He's in the Whitehouse He's playing army He's smoking a fat cigar So we'll chop his balls off (Chop his balls off) And make a pie (Make a pie) And over dinner we will ask him Why innocent people die Let's put the talking heads on Do lots of acid, get Jon to DJ And we can remake Scenes from the Magic Roundabout I'm pleased how my genitals fall out Accidentally, we shall Live our lives in such beautiful ways Everybody in my bomb shelter