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Kingdom come kingdom go
That you may carve my grave stone
confined in a six walled box
I will no longer hear the
ticking in cold deserted mansion halls
Kingdom come kingdom go
Mementos crated cargo
A things all left behind
with humankind
Conducted as if I was buying slaves at
Holding at gross parties
Where punch sycophants came slobbering
To suck my ...
I escaped upstairs to my
Titians tits and Goyas
through the high stone traceries
Oily bequeathed by thirsty souls
throughout my long daze
Scumbled paint in fossils
Many a sad pieta -
Christ eternal held from me
Behind a and ancient glaze
In my
of ego
Gradually eclipsing mass between the and now
Struggling for
Walking insensible
Flowerings of childhood to stringy vegetable
Troubled at night by flashbacks flashbacks ...
Waaa Mummy
I don't to go potty
Training: I don't want to share my toys the other children
horrid
I ...
Child that I was when was I last young?
When did comic wood bricks become in con-tricks?
When did innocence and die?
Adolescent I planned to take total
Draped vision's guilt on the bars of my play-pen
Hoped to arrest the swift passage of
As though by some chance I recreate Eden
pie?
Lovely!
My hopes became a statue my mouth a gun
In the hit of self interest I remained at number one
I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
I was always a lover of but I never did learn to play
I thought I'd be saved by my collection to with
I thought I'd be saved by my
Would you it?
I but then ...
Nanny - Nanny
Is that you standing at the end of my bed Nanny?
My word, it's a long time since you've round here
Out in the open - looking dreadful
I mean, so and interior;
at your skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!!
Nanny-nan-nanny; had her into a table lamp for me
Because I needed light to
But
her prim portals ... Oooooooo!

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

One day soon I'm to grow up big and strong
And my ego build me a temple
And nobody in there make me
Wash my ears or eat my greens or
Share my toys with the other children who are just anyway
Not me
I drank myself as dry as a
Still in the end there was left to call my own
This from pain with which I toyed
a gateway to a void
The only values left were relative to
The with life in ivory towers
The seconds stretch they fit the skins of hours
The faithless mates who and go
They run like melted snow
A to ego never constitutes a home
And though it sad
This junk we are amassed
A pageant passing fast
There must be
Something that can last more the sense of life as just
A and pointless overture
To
Fear debilitating fear and turn round in circles
Turn!
Kingdom come come go
Collecting clouds the Son light
On pain of our presents pass
habit over insight
Human soul is
Human span it's wombing
Ward of conscience child
Aborted by reason - that candle
Both burning
Collecting trash collecting
ego drains and clutches
When cross examined by the
It the cross up into crutches
Sharpened at both
Some ...
Freedom's Ling is borne
A
The palms on main-street
Collecting nothing but the
Of those who cannot bear eyes to meet
Except in artificial
Who needs to star in a cast?
I leave 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 have a grave stone upon which to carve His name?
When He came collecting the grave gave up game
Now collects worthwhile living
For it is a crop that grows His seed of giving


A glittering ball


Sweet sugar you can them all
Heaven is not for ...
: CLIVE MITTEN
DRUMS, PERCUSSION AND : BRIAN DEVOIL
GUITARS : ANDY AND CLIVE MITTEN
: RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN
VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND NOISES : GEOFF MANN
WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, AND GEOFF
ORIGINALLY RELEASED ON : PREVIOUSLY