Look Mum, No Hands (Live at the Feile Festival, 31 July 1992)

歌詞

Business as usual starts with the sound of another damn funeral march through the town One less for St. Nicholas there's nothing as vile or as sad or ridiculous as the coffin of a child He flies through the air with the greatest of ease that daring young man in the blue dungarees Struck down by the G-Force of a Semtech surprise He bucks like a seahorse keels over, and dies With his eyes all dramatic glazed, and confused the full metal jacket trousers, and shoes He flies through the air with the greatest of ease that daring young man in the blue dungarees And his poor, pathetic parents so stricken with grief that they've spelt his name wrong on his funeral wreath! Are appealing for no vengeance on behalf of their son but they've already assembled and planted the bomb He flies through the air with the greatest of ease that daring young man in the blue dungarees Struck down by the G-Force of a Semtech surprise He bucks like a seahorse keels over, and dies