Oranges and Lemons lyrics

Kid,
Stay and snip your cord off,
Talk and let your mind loose,
Can't all think like Chekov,
But you'll be O.K.

Kid,
Is this your first time here?
Some can't stand the beauty,
So they cut off one ear,
But you'll be O.K.

Welcome to the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Welcome to a billion Arabian nights.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,

Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that I care about.

Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.

Everyones creeping up to the money god,
Putting tongues where they didnt ought to be.
On stepping stones of human hearts and souls,
Into the land of nothing for free.

Well the way that were living,
Is all take and no giving,
Theres nothing to believe in,
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
To be king for a day.

Everyones licking up to the new king pin,

Here comes President Kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President Kill wants killing again.

Hooray, ring out the bells,
King Conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
We've President Kill instead.

Here comes President Kill again.
Broadcasting from his killing den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen,

All around the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
The humble and the great,
Even those we think we hate,
Need the loving.

Soldiers of the Queen,
All the hard men that we've seen,
Need the loving.
Babies at the breast,
Those in power and those suppressed,
Need the loving.

Let's face it you just can't hide,
Your first taste'll send you reeling,

Poor skeleton steps out,
Dressed up in bad blood,
Bad brains, bad thoughts, and others deeds.

Poor skeleton no doubt,
One of these days,
You can cast aside your human, be free.

When the cities run with blood,
And you drink our health in mud,
"All flesh be gone."
Save your dry and joyous shout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.

Poor skeleton steps out,

A musical in three acts by XTC
Cast of characters
GRAHAM, a teenager
MOTHER, a busy housewife
FATHER, a conservative husband
POLICEMAN, a young constable
SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning
ACT ONE
Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying

Hope you enjoyed your flight,
In one of our new straw aeroplanes,
You'll find things here are just like what you're used to.
There's lots of waste and razor wire,
And no one gives a damn about the land,
We just stand around and stare like you folks do.

For we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.

Higher.

I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state.
But I'm the kitchen boy who'll wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
We're all Jesus, Buddha, and the Wizard of Oz.

I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.

And you know it's true.

Another year's gone by,
The world's grown older,
Sometimes I heave a sigh,
People grow colder.

Every day I do my best to show,
I can make it in this world I know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human nature's
Getting pretty thin.

Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say it's just a passing phase,

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.

(Ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em. Ziggedy zag, hey hey)

A billion feet sound just like a billion drums.
A bed is creaking as the messiah comes.
The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffin's lowered and the lunches get packed.

Hold me my daddy,
I never felt lower than dirt on the floor.
I say hold me my daddy,
I never felt like crying oceans before.

If this means war, why are we in it?
Might've fired off a couple of rounds, I didn't mean to begin it.
If these are the bullets that every father and son must chew,
Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.

Hold me my daddy,

Anytime you rise, I'm here,
And I'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.

I want to take you out and show you round the world,
Pink thing it'll be OK.
If I could only wake you from your slumber curled,
Pink thing what would straight folks say?

I'm 12 o'clock,
All daylight hours,
I'll warm your bed,
I'll grow your flowers.
Like I'm a miniature sun.
This ball ignited when she told me I was her only one.

I'm not the same now.
I'm not that plain little boy.
I'm all aflame now.
I'm king up here like a miniature sun.

No life comes close,
I'm rising higher,
On holiday,
On ball of fire,
You made a miniature sun.

I'm floating over strange land,
It's a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon.
I'm floating over strange land,
And then stranger still, there's no balloon.
But I'm getting higher,
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.