The Grim Croupier
I am the Lord, your God
No others, no idols, before me
Cherish my name, wear a bag over your head on the seventh day
Mum, Dad tattoos, Mount Sinai has a lot to answer for
I think it may have been where I lost my shoes, Monkey boots, not cheap
and I thought I heard a whisper about adulatory, stealing, Murder
Something about false witness and I've never even met my neighbour
I don't covert his house as its the same as mine
and as for his wife well I'm told he's gay
I can't believe in the stance of The Brights
I feel the supernatural when I turn out the lights
I curse the moral majority buried in lottery
I look to the stars and what do I see?
The Grim Croupier looking down at me
The Grim Croupier hanging silently, no comfort to me
I look to the stars, no comfort to me
Wake up, smell the gamma-rays
Tea and toast, post bong haze
People die, that's just life
In M&S, that's just life
In transit, that's just life
Listening to Supertramp, that's just life
Don't tell me, nothing lasts forever
Space and time, non dream sleep
Which holds no fear
Eternal past then disappear
The chemist closes early on Wednesday's each week
I've been caught out once or twice x2
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry
You wouldn't like me when I'm happy
The chemist closes early on Wednesday's each week
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry
You wouldn't like me when I'm happy
I've been caught out once or twice
MtM 2007