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Kingdom come come go
That you may carve upon my grave
When in a six walled box
I no longer hear the clocks
ticking in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come come go
Mementos relics crated
A million things all left
with humankind
Conducted as if I was slaves at auction
court at gross parties
Where punch drunk sycophants came
To my cocktails ...
I escaped upstairs to my
tits and grand Goyas
Glower the high stone traceries
Oily bequeathed by thirsty souls
Studied my long daze
paint in priceless fossils
Many a sad sullen -
Christ held away from me
a brown and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing mass the nursery and now
Struggling for
Walking insensible
Flowerings of childhood to stringy vegetable
at night by flashbacks 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 I was then when was I last young?
When did comic wood bricks become in con-tricks?
When did innocence shudder and
Adolescent I to take total command
vision's 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 a statue my mouth became a gun
In the hit parade of interest I remained at number one
I was old piano with a special gold inlay
I was a lover of music but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to with
I thought I'd be by my collection
Would you it?
I did; but ...
- Nanny Conscience?
Is that you standing at the end of my bed Nanny?
My word, it's a time since you've been round here
Out in the - you're looking dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
Look at skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a lamp for me
Because I needed to shine
But
her prim 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 build me a
And nobody in there will me
behind my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other children who are just horrid
Not me
I drank as dry as a desert
Still in the end there was left to call my own
freedom from pain with which I toyed
Became a gateway to a
The only values left relative to power
The with life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch until they fit the of hours
The faithless who come and go
They run away melted snow
A temple to ego constitutes a home
And it seems sad
This jangling we are amassed
A passing pageant fast
must be something
Something that can last than the sense of life as just
A and pointless overture
To
Fear debilitating fear and death round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come kingdom go
Collecting before the Son light
On pain of death our pass
Secreting habit insight
Human soul is
span it's wombing season
Ward of conscience fragile
Aborted by reason - that candle
Both ends
Collecting collecting gold
Vampires ego and clutches
When cross by the truth
It carves the cross up crutches
at both ends
Some ...
Ling is donkey borne
A
The bleeding on main-street
Collecting but the scorn
Of those who cannot bear eyes to meet
Except in light
Who needs to in such a cast?
I leave collecting to the
To one last I asked them all and One
And when it was over I that all but One haad gone
Did Jesus have a grave stone upon which to carve His
When He came collecting the grave gave up it's
Now collects worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows His seed of giving


A glittering ball


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