The loonies are up on the mountain.
The lunatics have taken over the asylum.
Waiting on the rapture.
Singing, “We’ll keep your prices down,
Feed you to the hounds,
to the Daily Mail.”
Together.
Together.
You made a pig’s ear.
You made a mistake.
Paid off security and got through the gate.
You got away with it. Who will lie in wait?
Where’s the truth?
What’s the use,
In hanging around.
[unclear]
Innocent.
Fat chance.
[unclear]
Cut the queue.
[unclear]
Go back again.
President.
[unclear]
The fish in the sea.
You’ve lost command.
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the moonies are up on the mountain
the lunatics have taken over the asylum
waiting on the rapture
singing “we’re here to keep your prices down, feed you to the hounds, to the dail mail”
together, together you made a pig’s ear, you made a mistake
paid off security and got through the gate
you got away with it but we’re lying in wait…
where’s the truth, what’s the use of hanging round
lost and found
(unclear) innocent, fat chance, no plan
no regard for human life
you keep time with no rhyme
fast and loose, win or lose
jump the queue, go back again
president for life, lord of all
the flies in the sky, the beasts of the earth,
the fish in the sea have lost command
this song ranks as one of their most vitriolic in a canon full of them, it’s like the final rant at the end of the world – very powerful indeed!