Wake Up The Nation

Fish from the paper, fresh from the sea The cracks in the pavement, the city in siege I don't know where to replace it or who to believe Can't find on the pavement or lay on his knees Scratching around in a second I got where you should be We're goin

Two fat ladies at my door' Over the hills and far much more Seeking the teats of mother and child Some marked bitter, others mild Two fat ladies click, click, cock I've gone too far and far too quick Yester, yesterday is gone Very nice then but now a

A bag of nerves I seem to suppress Alien of being Not known to duress Moonshine, moonshine There's something in the hills I cannot possess As dark as Sunday We're woven again I pack no meaning I'm shrunken in vain Moonshine, moonshine I'm bleak as Tu