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Lyrics for 'Your World Customer' by 'Fatima Mansions'
In The Bright-lit Railway Station, 3 A.m.
In A Town Whose Active Life Is At An End
I Was Met By A Rich Man Dressed In A Panda Fur
Who Said, "if I Can Keep Smiling I Can Change The World."
What World?
"lord Straight Banana, Lord Paper Twine,
Lord Biting Yo-yo, They're All Friends Of Mine.
Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Private Zoo,
Lord Hanging Bishop And Lord Valium, Too."
"i Know You Think You Have A Job
But The Whole World Knows It's Ended.
Why Do You Laugh At The Dying Of The Senile God
On Whom Your Devilish Life Depended?"
Shop-soiled And Broken
In A Part Not Clearly Seen
You'll Have No Armegeddon, No More Screams
Pleasant Dreams...
Chorus:
Your World, Your World, Your World Customer
Your World, Your World, Your World, Your World
I Said, "i'm Sure Your Faith In What You Cannot See
Has Made Your Slumbers Sounder But It Won't Work For Me.
I Am Sick Of Fresh Starts, Of The Promises I've Heard
From My Lips And Others Of A Brighter World."
"now I'm A Punchdrunk Sailor Who Cannot Picture Land,
An Exhausted Atom In A Grain Of Sand.
They Who Can't Be Frozen Like A Teenage Corpse
Must Be Isolated And Tied Up In Knots."
Fake Chrome And A Lick Of Paint
And A Change Of Name Announced
By Some Menswear Dummy Turned Messenger
Of A Master Whose Name He Cannot Pronounce
You Feast On Bargain-basement Dregs
Get Your Self-delusions Off The Well-worn Peg
No New Hierarchy, Female Or Male
No Santa, Elvis Or Holy Grail
Shop-soiled And Clueless, Too Indebted To Inspect
What Both Feeds And Defets You--no Respect
I'm Beaten, But I Still Reject
This World, Just Like A Sentence
Without Crime Or Guilt Or Sin
So Give The Panda Back His Skin
And Give The Berries Back Their Gin--chorus
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