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smiths tape birdmad
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i was minding my business
i was lifting some lead off
the roof of the
holy name church
it was worthwhile
living a laughable life
to set my eyes
on the blistering sight
of the vicar in a tutu
he's not strange
he just want's to
live his life this way
a scanty bit of a thing
with a decorative ring
that wouldn't cover
the head of a goose
as rose counts the money
in the cannister
who comes sliding
down the bannister
the vicar in a tutu
he's not strange
he just wants
to live his life this way
the monkish monsignior
with a headful of plaster
says
"may man get your vile soul
dry-cleaned"
as rose collects the money
in the cannister
as natural as rain
he dances again
my god
the vicar in a tutu
oh yeah
oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
the next day in the pulpit
with freedom and ease
combating ignorance
dust and disease
as rose counts the money
in the cannister
as natural as rain
he dances
again and again and again
in the fabric of a tutu
and any man
could get used to
and i am a living sign
i'm a living si-i-ign
i am a living sign
i'm a living sign, sign, i am a living sign
©1985 morrisey/marr
from "The Queen is Dead"
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