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WASPS IN HEAVEN
Hoopla! Hoopla - I don't mind
another bin bag full-of-the unexamined mind
top banana - he's a fruity undertaker
shaking all the aspects of the money maker.
So much for gratitude - lose the attitude
I can't see straight and I won't tempt fate
now we're getting late for evensong
oh come on ! come on!
bring your little monsters on...

If you're frank - I'm glad
(the lip sync - very much my bad! )
original vagabond for hire
(in the cathedral - left his mark in the spire)
the ataraxia, the eupraxia
the wild son and the gorilla with a gun
wanna chaser? I could do with seven
no-one said there would be wasps in heaven,

hit the wobble button - grip the fan
(If he can't do it I don't think anybody can)
86 the alligators, 43 the Emulators
(you're looking fascinating in your fascinator)
King Ron romping through the hay
(not so pretty in the light of day)
the ghost monkey has his finger on the button
with his clarinet and the uncle who's a baronet

what the fuck - I don't mind
the ship sinks - it's just fine
wrecked the leatherette and ruined the fur
'not sure how anyone can help you sir'
won't give you the release you crave
he came in surfing on the french new wave
The dial of irony - up to eleven -
and are there wasps in heaven ?

laughing boy is working up a sight gag
sucking on a wet rag
hanging with the fag-hags - strapping on the nosebag -
....chomping 'em like Pacman
Pack 'em in like Rachman
be good if we could just
stick to the the facts ma'am - I have a credo.......

...with accomodations made for my libido
it's a crime against nature are we splitting hairs about the nomenclature?
Quite a lot of RINOs - inasfar as I know:
charity, precarity, vulgarity - we're mopping down the lino -
hitting on the dripfeed, cultivating knotweed, the trendiness is giving me a nosebleed
the angels choirs are singing
but there's quite a lot of stingin'...

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Came as soon as I heard
reeling from the hard word
white flag/glad rags - we're frying up the lovebirds.
Shit show, no-show - thought it was a low blow
3AM on ebay - and I bought myself a crossbow.
Hard pass, mard-arse,
better sign the waiver -
willing all the miracles:
hysterical in many different flavours
no-one gets forgiven
(so many Wasps in Heaven)

Oh you savage little things
with your bright little wings
and your fearsome stings
you're a feature of paradise
(the part that's not so nice)

getting dozier - drowning in ambrosia...