Go Home Bible Mike

("One was taking the gate down today and one reads the Bible.")

Welcome to Apeville! Now you're a citizen, too

Meet Mrs. Doreen Pompidou

She'd like to do the shimmy on top of you

The wall is coming down

The one which holds the house up

A brass band playing in a dumptruck

is visible through clouds of brickdust

as people dressed as cows form an orderly queue

for a drug that makes you dead for a second or two

I 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 shudder

She says, "That was one shock, now here comes another

You really don't remember, do you?"

I said, "Why? Am I supposed to?

Me, the slut of dishevelled women

whom fun has made sad and careless?"

and she's knocked me onto the greasy floor

and a eunuch is barring the only door

Pilar, in her room above the farmacia,

smiles as she pictures your little thing

Imagine her surprise when she looks through the window

and sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing,

"Go home, Bible Mike!

Go home, Bible Mike!

You preach without a right

Go 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 city

You bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my blood

Fucking with my blood

Market my blood! Market my blood!

You got a tourist mind

Deaf, numb and blind to all the pain you bring

This is more than just sin

"Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there."

Anytime you like

This court says, "Take a hike"

The slate will not be wiped

Just go home, Bible Mike

Go home, Bible Mike....