Right then I've had ago at 'Midget' from the unreleased section of the site.
please bear with me. This one was really hard!!
MIDGET
Gathered up on the grass,
On a bed of broken glass,
We're Artificial green,
We look the science of our scene,
Hope we make the bate for the birds up in the trees,
My hoste prepares drunken toast(not sure about that last word)
and drink my weight in antifreeze,
Get sun stroke, You can somking in the sun (Repeats several times)
Tuesday afternoon,
The tinkers come in twos,
Grandpar's hit the roof, is go'na liberate her youth,
Legs divided lies comatose, and unaware of where he's gone,
She hands him over his over coat, to permanenty undone,
(not sure about some of this verse)
Chourse same as before
Up, up,up,up, up,
We come by appointment,
Its our job check'n up checking up on you,
Bet your not silver serving,
There's an ash try in your hand,
rest your head in full effect, while the misrable woman sleeps,
permanent around this place while the permanent drunkneness embrace,
Gett'n up from the grass,
We're the cappucino class,
we're artificial green,
we make the science of our scene.
The hungry devils taste the bate, and call the birds up in the trees.
As the host prepares a Mollatoff,
I can drink my weight in antifreeze.
Thats it, I think there are wrong words in there in placers. if any one can help that would be great!
Greg.
