LYRICS

DAY OF THE MAGGOTS

Mummy, Mummy, look at the sky It looks like a big pile of meat Strawberry pork Strawberry pork I buried pork I buried pork I buried pork

0. Under a Beef Red Sky

I. Dawn of the Maggots

Mummy, Mummy, can you see the sun? He’s got his hat on, his coat and scarf as well What’s he trying to hide, Mum? Is he a spy, Mum? Yabba dabba, dabba doo Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight Red sky all day, shepherd runs away These days, there’s only one blackbird For every four and twenty pies Yabba dabba doo I am ashamed of what we have become We are the maggot men Dangling on the end of the fishing rod of time Angling for the tadpoles of eternity And what if I could fly? I’d fly away Like a sparrow flying south to find the sun Where even crows won’t fly, out into Space Where I’ll transform into the God of everyone Like when the maggot turns into a butterfly BOY: Merry Christmas, Mummy. DAD: Merry Christmas, son. Aren’t you going to open your present? BOY: Why, certainly, Mummy. (Sound of present unwrapping) BOY: Oh. It’s a tab of acid. Thank you, Mummy. DAD: You’re welcome. Aren’t you going to play it for us? BOY: Yes, Mummy. I’ll try.

My name is Time I live in a clock Sometimes I go backwards But only if you’re mental My name is Time I began with the dinosaurs And I end in a black hole What T am I? TIME My name is Time All times look the same to me Even Last Thursday It looks just like the Roman Empire But with faster chariots and less dodos My name is Time I swell your breasts And smother your balls in hair I uproot cows from their mother’s wombs And turn them into skeletons I snatch little children From the arms of their fathers And fling them at the walls of their own future My name is Time I AM A BASTARD! The only way you will be rid of me Is if one of your clever scientists Learns how to split the nanosecond And invents the nuclear time bomb And now becomes then becomes when Becomes what becomes why becomes we Becomes WAAAAIIIIUUUUOOOOARRGH And the clocks will fall APAAAAART! Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Time stops, time stops, time stops The clock The sun, the moon The night, the dark Four o’clock The clock, the curtains November 17th The mattress Last Thursday A box Half past threat A bowl of wool A bag of crows A head full of string Some maggots in a beaker One wigwam sliding across The north forehead of the moon Three sacks full of pork Two fat ladies and five thin ladies Criss-crossing across one another In a lattice formation Peru Five fairies dancing in a cotton bag Mad Mick Seven great big brown chicken legs Half-buried in the sand I pick 'em up in my powerful crab claws And toss 'em across the desert Into the upside down smile of the sun It shatters like a gong Tolls like a reptile And throws down its gauntlet Like a wild, wet priest Wee bonk! That's the sound Of me pissing my own head off Nostrils caked with black pork A face like a Viking funeral He looks so debonair in his donkey jacket While Pugwash bums Noddy At a Tudor banquet I wish I was in Eurodixie With Finger Lickin' Mickey the Chicken- Fingered Pixie Corridors of swirling purple tripe for tea He's coming He's coming He's here

II. Swirling Purple Tripe

III. Beneath the Beef Blue Sea

All hail the Frog King Um ribbit kwok Here come the Frog King Here come the Frog King Here come the Frog King Here come the Frog King And he’s waltzing with a pink parasol With his body bloated up like a doll He looks funny when he’s eaten a smell And he crab a lolly fishwife a bell Ma-hoo, ma-hoo Don’t forget to brush your teeth on a Sunday Or the Whelk Sultan will kick your head in Don’t forget to brush your teeth on a Sunday Or the Whelk Sultan will kick your head in Amroliwala, Amroliwala Fish Queen Amroliwala, Amroliwala Fish Queen Crab emperor, Crab Emperor Fish Queen Crab emperor, Crab Emperor Fish Queen The Prawn God laughing at me From a purple sky His orange face looks like A steak and kidney pie He starts to dribble but he doesn’t tell me why

The sky rips open like a crappy bag A million billion maggots Tumble through the gap And we daren’t even scream Or they’ll fall in our mouths Yabba dabba, dabba don’t The hip bone connected to the thigh bone The frog bone connected to the fly bone Run, run, Chicken Licken Run and tell King a Ling Long King a lang a loo And what if I could fly? I’d fly away Like an eagle in the cockpit of a bomb Where even swans daren’t fly Right through the sun And it won’t hurt me because I am your God Like when the maggot turns into a butterfly Maggots in my left leg Maggots in my right Maggots in the darkness Maggots in the light Maggots in my brain cracks Maggots in my thighs Maggots in my cold, shaggy belly Maggots under a beef red sky Maggots (x 64) Mummy, Mummy, look at the sea It looks like a big pile of hooves and brains And tails and eyes and claws and fins Like meat, Mummy, it looks like meat Like meat, like meat Mummy? Mummy? Where are you, Mummy? MUMMY!

IV. Dusk of the Maggots

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