I cut my sweet tooth in a city where there is no orchard on a hill.
Where the undertaker kicks a stone down the street,
I guess even death has lost its thrill
And the boys grow up to be Marlboro men
If they live by the sword but they die by the pen
And the girls grow up to be billboard bitches
They leave home in silk but come back in stitches
Hello American Midwest Jesus on the crosswalk
Stop drop and rock and roll.
Good evening London calling in sick
You think your slick with your Picadilly circus.
Now you’re standing in the prairie with your local dignitary
And he’s shaking his verbal fist.
It seems he made it to a ripe old age
Without ever having been kissed.
In’shallah / God willing this is killing us.
Hey Judy come and give us a kiss.
In’shallah / Broken hearted the waters parted
And the sea received my eucharist.
Hello American Midwest Jesus on the crosswalk
Stop drop and rock and roll.
Good evening London calling in sick
You think your slick with your Picadilly circus.