They can walk on water or they can run   Depending on the story   Also by the same author   Volume one, violence death or glory      Sneaking out of the exit of B and Q   With a trolley load of trouble   Polycotton bedsheets some four by two   Petrol and a shovel      They're off to see the wizardry that was   And the fire breathing dragons   Where history can't repeat itself   Because history never happened      Juvenile delinquents are easy prey   To the bigotry and whining   Of a solar ring piece on a dreary day      And when the sun is shining down   On this little mining town   People come from miles around   To see the funny snarling clowns      But not you   You were the one I liked best   You were the grooviest dressed   The only loony left in town      And he was the one who persecuted Jews   And anybody different   He's got a gun that he's not afraid to use   On anybody with them      On the run 'coz he sexually abused   The devils latest signing   The center forward with the Swastika tattoos      Between the hours of twelve and two   The nagging doubts will come to you   Be paranoid parents 'coz they're after your kids   You don't know what an Aryan master race is      They'll plant the seeds that will grow in time   And start the disease that will poison their minds   Fill them up with hatred and dress them up in robes   You know how the story goes      We've got one Mississippi   Two Mississippis, three Mississippis   Four Mississippis, five Mississippis, six Mississippis burning      We've got seven Mississippis, eight Mississippis   Nine Mississippis, ten Mississippis   Eleven Mississippis, twelve Mississippis   Burning, burning, burning      Burning down on this little mining town   Where people come from miles around   To see the funny snarling clowns      But not you   You were the one I liked best   You were the grooviest dressed   The only loony that's left in town