When my taxi arrives, say that I'm dead,
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having swallowed my leg
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and come to the bedroom again
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Let us begin shrinking the walls
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and counting our ears, in sweat, as we crawl
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Get me to the wilderness on time
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When I look round your eyes
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there's a space at the side
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where ten more eyes could hide
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and they'd squeal when they learned what I mean
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Madame Obscene, sweating skulls clean
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and my genuine Celticness shines
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Oops! It just struck me blind
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I'm such a spiritual guy
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Get me to the wilderness and bury my leg in some bog
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and tell me all about right and wrong
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and tell me life is serious and zip up your dress
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and get me to the wilderness on time
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Wilderness On Time
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| The Fatima Mansions |
