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("One was taking the gate down today and one reads the Bible.")Welcome to Apeville! Now you're a citizen, tooMeet Mrs. Doreen PompidouShe'd like to do the shimmy on top of youThe wall is coming downThe one which holds the house upA brass band playing in a dumptruckis visible through clouds of brickdustas people dressed as cows form an orderly queuefor a drug that makes you dead for a second or twoI raise myself from my punchbowl, drowning:"The Yakuza are singing--it can't be true!"Go home, Bible Mike!Her hand squeezes mine and I shudderShe says, "That was one shock, now here comes anotherYou really don't remember, do you?"I said, "Why? Am I supposed to?Me, the slut of dishevelled womenwhom fun has made sad and careless?"and she's knocked me onto the greasy floorand a eunuch is barring the only doorPilar, in her room above the farmacia,smiles as she pictures your little thingLetras de cancionesImagine her surprise when she looks through the windowand sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing,"Go home, Bible Mike!Go home, Bible Mike!You preach without a rightGo home, Bible Mike!"You don't make me laugh, you don't make me horny,so what the hell are we doing here?Gasping all night in this Nazi cityYou bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my bloodFucking with my bloodMarket my blood! Market my blood!You got a tourist mindDeaf, numb and blind to all the pain you bringThis is more than just sin"Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there."Anytime you likeThis court says, "Take a hike"The slate will not be wipedJust go home, Bible MikeGo home, Bible Mike.... From Letras Mania