A Past Gone Mad Lyrics by Fall, The

A Past Gone Mad Lyrics

    Serial killers were always a bore in my book,
    Along with spangles and soccer books.
    Rid us of old fogeys
    Scuttling and swerving over the roads
    Comma,
    Kids in pubs.
    Passable


    Why is pete gabriel always following us?
    And before the grub comes a moralist,
    Dissonance of infotainment


    A past gone mad!
    Alive and well, he is on all channels
    [kiki dee]
    Dwelling in craven environment


    If i ever end up like ian mcshane* slit my throat with a kitchen tool
    And if i ever end up like u2 slit my throat with a garden vegetable


    A past gone mad
    Passable


    Take a look back
    Rear-view mirror: it's all behind you


    A present gone mad
    Tra-tra-la, follow, track that lava
    Past, present gone mad.
    Passable
    A past gone mad.

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