Fatima Mansions - The Holy Mugger Lyrics
Here he comes, in the dead of the monthHis hair falling out, his shoulders hunchedSecure with his third world expectation[...] open sewers of degredationI hate his guts though we we have not spoken[...] feeling? you must be joking!The lambourghini cleaner scowlsEverybody hates the holy muggerYeah, the holy muggerI have to send this blacklist outAnd watch these rakes crawl past my houseThe silence here has driven me madJihad, jihad, what the ***** was that?The holy muggerThe holy muggerThe holy muggerIn a week, hes dead, nobody talksBut they never do--it was his own faultHis bodys in the gutter, just the way he fellWe glower at the sight and ignore the smellAnd its closing time at the shiatsu brothelAnd the rail track breaths a rickety rattleThe burglars drive their hearses homeThe kids stay in and learn to speak in codeWho dunnit? I dont know. I dont know!Here he comes, he never diedHe calls the street [...]And a whitewashed cap on a swimming peakFind his fortunes on his feet[...? ]I am now a [...? ]Ill accept that this is normal[...? ] it must be formalThe holy muggerThe holy muggerThe holy muggerThe libertine nazi from hell!
