Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine - The Aftertaste Of Paradise lyrics

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Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine - The Aftertaste Of Paradise lyrics

Look ma, top of the world He'd started talking to himself His ma was dead The first sign of madness, talking to yourself Alarm bells should have Been going off in his head As clear as crystal he ignored the S.O.S. Gave a little whistle, made his last request He tuned into his local commercial radio station And listened to the spokesman for his generation Who said, "Put your hands in the air like you just don't care" Put your hands in the air like you just don't care About anything or anybody About love, hate, cruelty or pain About football or music, the sun, the wind and the rain It's the after taste of paradise It doesn't pay to advertise Part one in a two part pack of lies A titillating, trivialized Television fairy tale By clever men with pony tails All the trimmings and nothing else Tom Cruise instead of Orson Welles We owe you nothing say The Bells Of Hollywood and Tunbridge Wells Never mind the quality feel yourself Slipping into mental health I thank the Lord that I was blessed With more than my share of bitterness Because everything is fixed It's all done with mirrors and camera tricks Miles and miles of cheesy smiles In churches and cathedrals Won't feed the cold and needy child And put an end to evil It's elementary my dear Watson From the pistol and the smoke The Jetsam and The Flotsam Are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke He turned off his radio Looked at his newspaper And he thought about truth And he thought about lies and he thought about Overcoats and paper planes Homes for votes and sh** for brains Fascist bully boys and girls From the ashes of a poison world All the news that's fit to print In poison pen and tabloid ink Tits and arse, bring back the birch Then take the children off to church Miles and miles of cheesy smiles In churches and cathedrals Won't feed the cold and needy child And put an end to evil It's elementary my dear Watson From the pistol and the smoke The Jetsam and The Flotsam Are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke

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