Fatima Mansions - Your World Customer Lyrics
In the bright-lit railway station, 3 a.m.In a town whose active life is at an endI was met by a rich man dressed in a panda furWho said, "if i can keep smiling i can change the world."What world?"lord straight banana, lord paper twine,Lord biting yo-yo, they're all friends of mine.Lord trannie dolequeue, lord private zoo,Lord hanging bishop and lord valium, too.""i know you think you have a jobBut the whole world knows it's ended.Why do you laugh at the dying of the senile godOn whom your devilish life depended?"Shop-soiled and brokenIn a part not clearly seenYou'll have no armegeddon, no more screamsPleasant dreams...Chorus:Your world, your world, your world customerYour world, your world, your world, your worldI said, "i'm sure your faith in what you cannot seeHas made your slumbers sounder but it won't work for me.I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises i've heardFrom my lips and others of a brighter world.""now i'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot picture land,An exhausted atom in a grain of sand.They who can't be frozen like a teenage corpseMust be isolated and tied up in knots."Fake chrome and a lick of paintAnd a change of name announcedBy some menswear dummy turned messengerOf a master whose name he cannot pronounceYou feast on bargain-basement dregsGet your self-delusions off the well-worn pegNo new hierarchy, female or maleNo santa, elvis or holy grailShop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to inspectWhat both feeds and defets you--no respectI'm beaten, but i still rejectThis world, just like a sentenceWithout crime or guilt or sinSo give the panda back his skinAnd give the berries back their gin--chorus
