Patrik Fitzgerald - Punch lyrics

In a small,but perfect,playpen They practise,badly,being grown-ups No-one makes the right decisions Throwing childish tantrums; Their mummy never gave them a dummy Busy in her perfect kitchen Daddy gave them building bricks And they built useless houses; Grown as people of power now Parents disappear or die They just poke tongues out,from inside bars At people who'd much prefer to pa** them by...... He's a joke figure,taking himself serious A gravedigger,pretending he's mysterious A harmless little creep Who keeps on telling you he's great; Some madman masquerading as a head of state Punch,(joke figure) Punch..punch..punch.. He's been sitting there for years; I wonder who gave him his throne? Perhaps the king of england Perhaps the king of rome Perhaps his friends or relatives Who won it in some war Perhaps his mother,to shut him up - She bought it in a store; Punch,(joke figures) Punch..punch..punch (repeat 1st verse) I'll make a mockery of you I'd love to take your bones apart I'd love to inspect your insides And see if there's blood in your heart I'll f**k you up,the way you f**k up Everybody,every day,who look at you And think they have some guiding star To shine their way But politics is a stupid game It hasen't any rules And 'politics' is just a word Like 'power',like 'tools' - Politics is worthless A complete waste of time Which never will quite qualify For the category of crime Punch..joke figures Punch..joke figures Punch..joke figures Punch joke figures (repeat 2nd verse) Punch!