Mid Day Crisis Songtext
von Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine

When I saw his face and I was a believer
It was the automatic rifles
The Nintendos and the Segas
And the half a dozen dead disciples

He claimed to be the son of God
But like many a fruitcake before him
Maybe he really was

And meanwhile a black Maria
Leaves the hallowed halls of justice
Under a hail of phlegm and fire
From the assembled vigil-aunties and uncles


Hot Dogs!
Ices!
Mid day crisis!

Ippa dippa dation no operation
Too many people at the station

Me rest of life′s fall-out patients
Who wake up every morning smiling
Stretching, yawning, breakfast-timing
Cut in slices, toasted brown
When the mid day crisis comes around

And no, I don't want to see your leaflets
I lost my faith with my taste for sausages and

Hot dogs!
Ices!
Mid day crisis!