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Kingdom come come go
That you may carve upon my stone
confined in a six walled box
I will no hear the clocks
ticking in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come come go
Mementos crated cargo
A things all left behind
with humankind
Conducted as if I was buying at auction
court at gross parties
Where drunk sycophants came slobbering
To my cocktails ...
I escaped to my collection
tits and grand Goyas
Glower through the high traceries
Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty
Studied throughout my long
paint in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ eternal held from me
Behind a brown and ancient
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing mass the nursery and now
for meaning
Walking insensible
Flowerings of childhood turned to stringy
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Waaa
I don't want to go
Training: I don't want to share my with the other children
They're
I ...
Child that I was when was I last young?
When did comic wood become trading in con-tricks?
When did innocence and die?
Adolescent I to take total command
Draped vision's edge on the bars of my play-pen
to arrest the swift passage of time
As though by some I could recreate Eden
Apple
Lovely!
My hopes became a my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of self interest I at number one
I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
I was always a lover of music but I never did to play
I thought I'd be by my collection to begin with
I thought I'd be by my collection
Would you it?
I did; but ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is that you standing at the end of my bed there
My word, it's a time since you've been round here
Out in the - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so pale and
Look at your ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
had her made into a table lamp for me
Because I needed light to
But
From her prim ... Oooooooo!

Don't you think it's about you started being nice to me

One day soon I'm going to grow up big and
And my ego will me a temple
And in there will make me
Wash my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other who are just horrid anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
Still in the end there was nothing left to my own
This freedom pain with which I toyed
Became a gateway to a
The values left were relative to power
The trouble with life in towers
The seconds stretch until they fit the skins of
The faithless who come and go
They run like melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And it seems sad
This jangling junk we are
A passing passing fast
must be something
Something that can last more than the sense of life as
A and pointless overture
To
Fear debilitating and death turn round in circles
Turn!
come come kingdom go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On of death our presents pass
Secreting over insight
Human is fertilised
Human span it's season
Ward of conscience child
Aborted by unfettered reason - that
Both ends
Collecting trash gold
Vampires ego and clutches
cross examined by the truth
It the cross up into crutches
Sharpened at both
friend ...
Freedom's Ling is donkey
A
The palms on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of those who cannot their eyes to meet
Except in light
Who to star in such a cast?
I leave to the past
To one last I asked them all and One
And when it was over I found all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to His name?
When He came the grave gave up it's game
Now no-one worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows from His seed of


A glittering ball


Sweet sugar you can keep all
Heaven is not for ...
BASS : CLIVE
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN
GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE
KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND MITTEN
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF
BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF
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