She chose the soft centre and took it to bed with her mother.
And the ideal confusion was just an illusion -
to gain further news of her brother.
And the comfort of mother was just an appeal for protection.
For the cat from next door was found later at 4
in surgical dissection.
Chorus:
And I don't want to be the son of any freak.
Who for a chocolate centre can take you off the street.
For soon they'll plough the desert and God knows where I'll be.
Collecting submarine numbers - on the main street of the sea.
The Vicar is thicker
And I just can't see through to him
For his cardinal sings
A collection of hymns
And a collection of coins is made after
And who wrote the Bible
Was it Judas or Pilate
Well one cleans his hands
While the other one hangs
But still I continue to stand
chorus (x2)