My genius is landing mind traps
I’m still standing on the floor
To be different is a challenge
Do you have enough Dutch courage?
Have you smoked your way to hell?
Where is the Gin and Tonic
Did we throw that in the bin as well
I don’t believe the fight is over
I haven’t even sinned
If I truly love my love
I must match her all the way
We are walking down the aisle
At the alter waits an alien
It is dressed as Reverent Paisley
I think it’s time to run
Mrs Robinson’s daughter
Was a better lay
Come on let’s join together
In a Spanish Congo orgy
Stretching to a land far far away
We will never make it
If we never even try
Maybe once every lunar eclipse
We should kiss a perfect stranger
Hold our arms around ourselves
And say everything is going to be Ok
Fuck those fucking bastards
Make love until they cry
Let your poetry run wild
Let it take your breath away
We are all going home together
It is time we had our say
Cheers!
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