Lyrics of Midday crisis

When i saw his face and i was a believer
It was the automatic rifles
The nintendo's and the sega's
And the half a dozen dead disciples

He claimed to be the son of god
But like many a fruitcake before him
Maybe he really was

And meanwhile a black maria
Leaves the hallowed halls of justice
Under a hail of phlegm and fire
From the assembled vigil-aunties and uncles

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Ippa dippa dation no operation
Too many people at the station

Me rest of life's fall-out patients
Who wake up every morning smiling
Stretching, yawning, breakfast-timing
Cut in slices, toasted brown
When the mid day crisis comes around

And no, i don't want to see your leaflets
I lost my faith with my taste for sausages and

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