Pop your head with news at five
Mastadon tooth in a yellow suit
Three legged fools and the chattering stools
Alien Baby slept in a jam jar
The mother of nations told me 'you'll go far'
So I'll ban production for the broken hearted
For I'm all that's left of the broken hearted
Love it to death or let it grow
Tear up your shirt and rub it in the dirt
Smack my foolish isolation
Jump you mummy or stick to honey
The serviceable villan
Did he let you down dad
While fishermen and waiters fall prey to alligators
In the last great flash of civilisation
The Nashville boys walk through walls
Like penguins on speed I take no heed
Barrels of crude and walleroos
Alien baby kept in a jam jar
The mother of nations told me 'you'll go far'
So I'll ban production of the broken hearted
For I'm all that's left of the broken hearted
No toys for the boys
Just bullets for the children
Said the ballerina
In a banana