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Welcome to Apeville! Now you're a citizen, tooMeet Mrs. Doreen Pompidou / She'd like to do the shimmy on top of youThe wall is coming down / The one which holds the house upA brass band playing in a dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdustas people dressed as cows form an orderly queuefor a drug that makes you dead for a second or twoI raise myself from my punchbowl, drowning:"The Yakuza are singing--it can't be true!""Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!""Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!"Her hand squeezes mine and I shudderShe says, "That was one shock, now here comes anotherYou really don't remember, do you?" / I said, "Why? Am I supposed to?Me, the slut of dishevelled women / whom fun has made sad and careless?"and she's knocked me onto the greasy floorand a eunuch is barring the only doorPilar, in her room above the farmacia,smiles as she pictures your little thingImagine her surprise when she looks through the windowand sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing"Go home, Bible Mike! / Go home, Bible Mike!You preach without a right / Go home, Bible Mike!"You don't make me laugh, you don't make me horny,so what the hell are we doing here?Gasping all night in this Nazi cityYou bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my bloodHumping in my blood / Market my blood! / Market my blood!You got a tourist mindDeaf, dumb and blind to all the pain you bringThis is more than just sin"Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there."Anytime you look / This court says, "Take a hike"The slate will not be wiped / Just go home, Bible MikeGo home, Bible Mike....
Welcome to Apeville! Now you're a citizen, tooMeet Mrs. Doreen Pompidou / She'd like to do the shimmy on top of youThe wall is coming down / The one which holds the house upA brass band playing in a dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdustas people dressed as cows form an orderly queuefor a drug that makes you dead for a second or twoI raise myself from my punchbowl, drowning:"The Yakuza are singing--it can't be true!""Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!""Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!"Her hand squeezes mine and I shudderShe says, "That was one shock, now here comes anotherYou really don't remember, do you?" / I said, "Why? Am I supposed to?Me, the slut of dishevelled women / whom fun has made sad and careless?"and she's knocked me onto the greasy floorand a eunuch is barring the only doorPilar, in her room above the farmacia,smiles as she pictures your little thingImagine her surprise when she looks through the windowand sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing"Go home, Bible Mike! / Go home, Bible Mike!You preach without a right / Go home, Bible Mike!"You don't make me laugh, you don't make me horny,so what the hell are we doing here?Gasping all night in this Nazi cityYou bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my bloodHumping in my blood / Market my blood! / Market my blood!You got a tourist mindDeaf, dumb and blind to all the pain you bringThis is more than just sin"Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there."Anytime you look / This court says, "Take a hike"The slate will not be wiped / Just go home, Bible MikeGo home, Bible Mike....