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Day of the Maggots
Part 1: Dawn of the Maggots
"Mummy, Mummy. Look at the moon.
It's gone all yellow, like the sun."
Mummy, Mummy, can you see the sun?
He's got his hat on, his coat and scarf as well
What's he trying to hide, Mum? Is he a spy, Mum?
Yabba dabba, dabba doo
Red sky at night, shepherd's delight
Red sky all day, Shepherd runs away
These days, there's only one blackbird
For every four and twenty pies
Yabba dabba doo
I am ashamed of what we have become
We are the maggot men
Dangling on the end of the fishing rod of time
Angling for the tadpoles of eternity
And what if I could fly? I'd fly away
Like a sparrow flying south to find the sun
Where even crows won't fly, out into Space
Where I'll transform into the God of everyone
Like when the maggot turns into a butterfly
Part 2: Seafood Medley
(or: Beneath the Beef Blue Sea)
All hail the Frog King
Ah ribbit kwok
Here come the Frog King
Here come the Frog King
Here come the Frog King
Here come the Frog King
And he's waltzing with a pink parasol
With his body bloated up like a doll
He looks funny when he's eaten a smell
And he crab a lolly fishwife a bell
Don't forget to brush your teeth on a Sunday
Or the whelk sultan will kick your head in
Don't forget to brush your teeth on a Sunday
Or the whelk sultan will kick your head in
Crab emperor, crab emperor
Fish Queen
Crab emperor, crab emperor
Fish Queen
Prawn God, Prawn God
Prawn God, Prawn God
Crab emperor, crab emperor
Crab emperor, crab emperor
The Prawn God staring at me from a purple sky
His orange face looks like a steak and kidney pie
He starts to dribble but doesn't tell me why
Part 3: Dusk of the Maggots
The sky rips open like a crappy bag
A million billion maggots tumble through the gap
And we daren't even scream or they'll fall in our mouths
Yabba dabba, dabba don't
The hip bone connected to the thigh bone
The frog bone connected to the fly bone
Run, run, Chicken Licken, run and tell King a Ling Long
King a lang a loo
And what if I could fly? I'd fly away
Like an eagle in the cockpit of a bomb
Where even swans daren't fly, right through the sun
And it won't hurt me because I am your God
Like when the maggot turns into a butterfly
Maggots in my left leg
Maggots in my right
Maggots in the darkness
Maggots in the light
Maggots in my brain cracks
Maggots in my thighs
Maggots in my cold, shaggy belly
Maggots under a beef red sky
Maggots (x 64)
"Mummy, Mummy, look at the sea!
It looks like a big pile of hooves and brains and tails and eyes and claws and fins!
Like meat, Mummy, it looks like meat, like meat, like meat!
Mummy? Mummy? Where are you, Mummy?
MUMMY!"
Words by Waen Shepherd 2006
Copyright Control
Released on "Beef Scarecrow" GLSCD004
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