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Kingdom come come go
you may carve upon my grave stone
When confined in a six box
I will no hear the clocks
ticking in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come kingdom go
Mementos crated cargo
A million all left behind
Relationships with
as if I was buying slaves at auction
Holding court at gross
punch drunk sycophants came slobbering
To my cocktails ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians and grand Goyas
Glower the high stone traceries
Oily smears by thirsty souls
Studied throughout my long
Scumbled paint in priceless
a sad sullen pieta -
Christ eternal held from me
Behind a brown and glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually mass between the nursery and now
Struggling for
earth insensible
Flowerings of turned to stringy vegetable
at night by flashbacks flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I want to go potty
Training: I don't to share my toys with the other children
They're
I ...
Child that I was then was I last young?
When did comic wood become trading in con-tricks?
did innocence shudder and die?
Adolescent I planned to total command
Draped guilt edge on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the swift of time
As by some chance I could recreate Eden
Apple
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my became a gun
In the hit parade of self I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old piano a special gold inlay
I was always a of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be by my collection to begin with
I thought I'd be by my collection
you believe it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is that you at the end of my bed there Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've been round
Out in the open - you're looking
I mean, so pale and
Look at skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a lamp for me
Because I needed light to
But
From her portals ... Oooooooo!

Don't you think it's time 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 nobody in there make me
behind my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other children who are just horrid
Not me
I myself as dry as a desert
Still in the end there was left to call my own
This freedom pain with which I toyed
a gateway to a void
The values left were relative to power
The trouble with life in towers
The seconds stretch until they fit the of hours
The mates who come and go
run away like melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And it seems sad
This junk we are amassed
A passing pageant fast
must be something
Something that can more than the sense of life as just
A short and pointless
To
Fear debilitating fear and death turn round in
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On pain of our presents pass
habit over insight
Human is fertilised
Human span it's wombing
Ward of conscience fragile
Aborted by unfettered - that candle
Both burning
trash collecting gold
Vampires ego and clutches
When cross by the truth
It carves the cross up into
Sharpened at ends
friend ...
Freedom's Ling is borne
A
The bleeding on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of those who bear their eyes to meet
in artificial light
Who to star in such a cast?
I collecting to the past
To one last party I asked all and One
And when it was over I found that all but One haad
Did Jesus have a grave stone which to carve His name?
When He came collecting the gave up it's game
Now no-one collects living
For it is a crop that grows from His of giving


A glittering crystal


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