Fall - A Past Gone Mad Lyrics
Serial killers were always a bore in my book,Along with spangles and soccer books.Rid us of old fogeysScuttling and swerving over the roadsComma,Kids in pubs.PassableWhy is pete gabriel always following us?And before the grub comes a moralist,Dissonance of infotainmentA past gone mad!Alive and well, he is on all channels[kiki dee]Dwelling in craven environmentIf I ever end up like ian mcshane* slit my throat with a kitchen toolAnd if I ever end up like u2 slit my throat with a garden vegetableA past gone madPassableTake a look backRear-view mirror: its all behind youA present gone madTra-tra-la, follow, track that lavaPast, present gone mad.PassableA past gone mad.