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Go Home Bible Mike by Fatima Mansionsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Go Home Bible Mike by Fatima Mansions

     

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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...

Writer : CATHAL COUGHLAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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