LYRICS
KIDNEY PIPER
By the old bandstand at the end of the street
A dirty old man stands in the fog and the sleet
Playing songs on instruments made of meat
He tries to play Greensleeves on the beef clarinet
You count yourself lucky if you ain’t heard it yet
Sounds a bit like someone blowing through beef
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
“Come, come, come to my slum”
Sang the kidney piper through a slab of mutton
“Come, come, come to my slum
Where the kids dress in meat rags and so does their Mum”
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
Mom and Dad don’t seem to give much of a fig
While the mucky man mesmerises the minds of the kids
And leads ‘em all off in a rapturous jig
Flings ‘em in a dungeon, chains ‘em up in a line
Forces ‘em to dig up raw meat from his mine
And uses it to construct vast pyramids
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
“Come, come, come to my slum”
Sang the kidney piper through an antelope's lung
“Come, come, come to my slum
Where the kids will eat sheep’s heads and so will their Mum”
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
I don’t think I understand it myself, stand it myself
Sounds like just a noisy racket to me
But the kids seem to like it
It could be an age thing
Or some kind of dog whistle frequency
To me
It sounds
Like this
But to the kids
But to the kids
It sounds
It sounds like this:
“Come, come, come to my palace of chocolate
Where you can eat sweeties all day
And you can stay up and watch telly all night
And Santa will bring Christmas toys all the time
And no one will force you to learn anything
And no one will make you eat parsnips for tea
And I won’t make you toil in my terrible mine
Forever
Ever
Ever
Ever”
When I’m Prime Minister
Kidney Piper
Shivering in the Rain
Secret Wolf
Midnight Bastard
Wish That I Could Sleep
Rodney Normal
Beef Scarecrow
Day of the Maggots
Michael the Swan
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Oui Monsieur Papillon
Black Doll Man
Cat in a Washing Machine
Beef Scarecrow (2005-06)
LYRICS
KIDNEY PIPER
By the old bandstand at the end of the street
A dirty old man stands in the fog and the sleet
Playing songs on instruments made of meat
He tries to play Greensleeves
On the beef clarinet
You count yourself lucky
If you ain’t heard it yet
Sounds a bit like
Someone blowing through beef
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
“Come, come, come to my slum”
Sang the kidney piper through a slab of mutton
“Come, come, come to my slum
Where the kids dress in meat rags
And so does their Mum”
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
Mom and Dad don’t seem to give much of a fig
While the mucky man mesmerises
The minds of the kids
And leads ‘em all off in a rapturous jig
Flings ‘em in a dungeon, chains ‘em up in a line
Forces ‘em to dig up raw meat from his mine
And uses it to construct vast pyramids
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
“Come, come, come to my slum”
Sang the kidney piper
Through an antelope's lung
“Come, come, come to my slum
Where the kids will eat sheep’s heads
And so will their Mum”
“Alleluia”
The kids sing to ya
I don’t think I understand it myself
Stand it myself
Sounds like just a noisy racket to me
But the kids seem to like it
It could be an age thing
Or some kind of dog whistle frequency
To me
It sounds
Like this
But to the kids
But to the kids
It sounds
It sounds like this:
“Come, come, come to my palace of chocolate
Where you can eat sweeties all day
And you can stay up and watch telly all night
And Santa will bring Christmas toys all the
time
And no one will force you to learn anything
And no one will make you eat parsnips for tea
And I won’t make you toil in my terrible mine
Forever
Ever
Ever
Ever”
