Personal Armageddon
If I was stuck in a lift with Sting and Elton John then I'd be praying for Armageddon
It's funny how your mind can wander, meander
I was sitting on the tail of an eagle, I was savoir for all the people
I was sitting on the tail of an eagle, I was savoir for all the people
Then one morning I did wake to the dawning I'd made a hideous mistake!
Saturated, dripping with sweat I woke the the true meaning of the word regret
That was my life, my credibility, maybe I could plead insanity?
I was sitting on the tail of an eagle, I was savoir for all the people
I was sitting on the tail of an eagle, I was savoir for all the people
Funny how your mind can wander, meander
I wear my heart on my sleeve I don't want to but nor did Arie Neeve
so now do you believe me now there's no more TV chat shows,
no more features on the news, no more radio interviews
or harrassment from tabloid camera crews
Since that morning I did wake from the dawning of my great mistake
now I've got my head screwed on it's personal Armageddon
Now I've got my head screwed on
Now I've got my head screwed on
Now I've got my head screwed on
It's personal Armageddon!
MtM 1995