Cut Yourself Kidding

Crutches are cheap, so limp out of the shadows
With crutches for legless and legs for lame ducks
Means curtains for you as you cut yourself kidding
And danger is dead and it never called mum

Blast by the power of the waves
And the power of all the things of anger
And birds are flying inland
Upstairs, upside down in clouds
Up the road and turn right next Thursday

Do one for me, do others before you
Dropping dead twice half hour past hanging time
No names to back
And hang in there baby, ain't nothing up my sleeve
And I don't mean maybe

The leaves won't grow to any size
There's too many beetles on the flower
The stem's too skinny for me and my army
They savour our flavours
Lick my hands and taste my eyes

(Then he went mad and so they shot him)

Blast by the power of the waves
And the power of all the things of anger
And birds are flying inland
Upstairs, upside down in clouds
Up the road and turn right next Thursday