Signed Off R Mutt Songtext
von Zen Baseballbat

I was shaking like a leaf on a Fisons plant
I prayed for every illness that the devil sent
I was egged on by a sadist supervisor
I threw myself into the fertiliser

Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals

I left the job club torture room
With little applause
They broke up my horizons
Over them there town hall walls
I offered them the services
Of a Marcel Duchamp
They gave me the post
Of a lavatory attendant


Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals

My pain in the arts
Had only just begun
When I choked on my own
Bloody disinfectant

Make no bones about it

Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car


We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car