The Music That Nobody Likes

歌詞

Fee Fi Fo Fum I smell the blood of Nazi scum I want my dad and I want my mum A Sherman tank and a load of guns If love is the answer What was the question And can it cure my indigestion baby? Out of the frying pan Into the frying pan Back to the drawing board And I 'll draw you a diagram We 'll put on the kettle for some tea and some sympathy Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me If love is the answer What was the question And can it solve the traffic congestion baby? Carry on, carry on you've got nothing to lose You've dirtied your pants and you can't afford shoes To stand up and fight stand up for your rights And dance to the music that nobody likes It goes ba ba ba ba out of the mouths of babes bearing arms come the terrified sounds of a baby's alarm at the kidnap and rape of his family and friends who've oeen taken away to be ethnically cleansed And the banners and badges and your anarchist friends say "Apocalypse Now man!" and "Never Again! " And I know the following smut should he censored OK But this shit is fucked, as they say in the U. S .A And they say it in Mexico, London and Jericho, Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan, Disneyland, Narnia, former Yugoslavia Yes siree boy, there's nothing worth living for But it really ain't worth dying for So just say three hail Jesus and Mary Chains, and say goodnight Jim Bob Gooonight Jim Bob