The Only Loony Left In Town

They can walk on water or they can run
Depending on the story
Also by the same author
Volume one, violence death or glory

Sneaking out of the exit of B and Q
With a trolley load of trouble
Polycotton bedsheets some four by two
Petrol and a shovel

They're off to see the wizardry that was
And the fire breathing dragons
Where history can't repeat itself
Because history never happened

Juvenile delinquents are easy prey
To the bigotry and whining
Of a solar ring piece on a dreary day

And when the sun is shining down
On this little mining town
People come from miles around
To see the funny snarling clowns

But not you
You were the one I liked best
You were the grooviest dressed
The only loony left in town

And he was the one who persecuted Jews
And anybody different
He's got a gun that he's not afraid to use
On anybody with them

On the run 'coz he sexually abused
The devils latest signing
The center forward with the Swastika tattoos

Between the hours of twelve and two
The nagging doubts will come to you
Be paranoid parents 'coz they're after your kids
You don't know what an Aryan master race is

They'll plant the seeds that will grow in time
And start the disease that will poison their minds
Fill them up with hatred and dress them up in robes
You know how the story goes

We've got one Mississippi
Two Mississippis, three Mississippis
Four Mississippis, five Mississippis, six Mississippis burning

We've got seven Mississippis, eight Mississippis
Nine Mississippis, ten Mississippis
Eleven Mississippis, twelve Mississippis
Burning, burning, burning

Burning down on this little mining town
Where people come from miles around
To see the funny snarling clowns

But not you
You were the one I liked best
You were the grooviest dressed
The only loony that's left in town