Fatima Mansions - Mr. Baby Lyrics
See the priest in gleaming nappiesGurgling and burping child at playSigning warrents, blessing firing squadsare the pleasures of this baby's dayIn a street where broken buildings fallon burning people ten feet tallon stockinged knees, not all, not allJust those who fight in bonfire lightIn spite of all the crowds who callTheir hero, a goldfish jockeyTheir hero remains Mr. BabyMr. Baby spills it by the tonHe wraps his mouth around his gunHe says,