[[Then I saw his face and I was a believer]]\\
It was the automatic rifles\\
The Nintendos and the Segas\\
And the half a dozen dead disciples And like many a fruitcake before him\\
He claimed to be the son of God\\
But like many a fruitcake before him\\
Maybe he really was\\
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And meanwhile a black Maria\\
Leaves the hallowed halls of justice\\
Under a hail of phlegm and fire\\
From the assembled [[vigil-aunties and uncles]]\\
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Hot Dogs!\\
Ices!\\
Mid day crisis!\\
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Ippa dippa dation no operation\\
Too many people at the station\\
Get in line behind the nation\\
The rest of life's fall-out patients\\
Who wake up every morning smiling\\
Stretching, yawning, breakfast-timing\\
Cut in slices, toasted brown\\
Then the mid day crisis comes around\\
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And no, I'm not a believer\\
And no, I don't want to see your leaflets\\
I lost my faith with my taste for sausages and hate\\
And no you can't come in for tea and biscuits\\
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Hot dogs!\\
Ices!\\
Mid day crisis! \\