shiny happy people lyrics – fatima mansions

(music / lyrics–berry/buck/mills/stipe; new lyrics–coughlan) published by warner chappell music

(ha ha ha, that’s disgusting!)
here we f*ckin go!

bring out your dead, bring out your dead
were gonna make em dance, give us cold cold head
fill em full of whisky, it’ll bring em back to life
just as well, i like em nice and tight
streetlights flashing like the greatest little disco
[whimbo, belch-o, slam-o, fist-o]
[grant raid] is coming your way

meet me in the crowd, i’ll be yelling out loud
with a d*ck in every yard, thisll [pummel them around]
with a 6-6-6 and a do-what-thou-wilt
though no body fluids are gonna be spilt
you look like the type who likes to suck a big pipe
tonight could be your night if you play your cards right

shiny happy people holding hands
yes, that is correct, that’s what we are seeing
shiny happy people holding hands
(go f*ck yourself!)

mummy, when you shoot up, dear,
do not spew up, dear, in babys face here
give him a few beers to dry his wee tears
and if his dad hears, h*ll f*ck you both, dear

zeebrugge, 87, m*ss murder
campaign contribution that goes no further
innocent people lost their lives
for the killers profit and another five
give a government by well-spanked dumb closet queens (m*st*rb*t*, m*st*rb*t*.) making it a crime to be gay

shiny happy people holding hands
shiny happy people holding hands
(go f*ck yourself!)

f*ck your nuclear family
f*ck your p*ssion for advertising
f*ck your show business
most of all, f*ck your show business

shiny happy people holding hands
shiny happy people holding hands
i must be blind, i can’t see them!
shiny happy people holding hands
shiny happy people holding hands
(m*st*rb*t*, m*st*rb*t*)

/ fatima mansions lyrics