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In The FleshSo ya Thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I've got some bad news for you sunshine Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band And we're going to find out where you fans Really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight Get 'em up against the wall That one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riff raff into the room There's one smoking a joint and Another with spots If I had my way I'd have all of you shot
In The Flesh?So ya Thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you'd like to find out what's behind these cold eyes? You'll just have to claw your way through the Disguise
The Incarceration Of A Flower ChildDo you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind ? Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ? Laying on the living-room floor on those Indian tapestry cushions you made Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me, Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be, Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor, It's gonna get cold in the 1970's. You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better, you just had to speak to that man. Please believe me, I'll visit whenever I can. Laying in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day, You plead with the doctor who's running the show, "Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone." Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me, Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be, Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor, It's gonna get cold in the 1970's. Do you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind ? Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ? Now in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day You plead with the doctor who's running the show, "Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone."
Is There Anybody Out There?Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there?
It's A MiracleMiraculous you call it babe You ain't seen nothing yet They've got Pepsi in the Andes McDonalds in Tibet Yosemite's been turned into A golf course for the Japs The Dead Sea is alive with rap Between the Tigris and Euphrates There's a leisure centre now They've got all kinds of sports They've got Bermuda shorts They had sex in Pennsylvania A Brazilian grew a tree A doctor in Manhattan Saved a dying man for free It's a miracle Another Miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We've got warehouses of butter We've got oceans of wine We've got famine when we need it Got designer crime We've got Mercedes We've got Porsche Ferrari and Rolls Royce We've got choice She said meet me In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear The Lord said Peter I can see Your house from here An honest family man Finally reaped what he had sown A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan It's a miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We cower in our shelters With our hands over our ears Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff Runs for years and years and years An earthquake hits the theatre But the operetta lingers Then the piano lid comes down And breaks his fucking fingers It's a miracle