04 Package Tours To Heaven
Playing harps for etenity & a day
Post Punk (aka Pyscho Delia & The Two- Tone Kiss & Make Up Movement
Lyrics
The Priest with his nerve gas,
Selling 'Package Tours To Heaven',
The Pimp every evening,
Raffling tickets at eleven,
Queers were pulling faces,
At my favourite Fred Estaire,
Preyed on the hopes of millions,
Just to prove that we were fair,
The gas chambers they wilted,
Executioners all took new life,
Assassins shot themselves,
All trained to me mid-wives,
The people all got twisted,
Grew to be normal,
Seas all dried up,
While continents,
They flowed away,
Queers all changed their sex,
All became lesbians,
Queen she threw her crown,
Changed places with a vacant,
Animals in the zoo,
Keep their keepers in cages,
Heard a man on the radio,
Told me that they'd,
'Lost the USA',
