Midday Crisis Lyrics - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

When I saw his face and I was a believer 

It was the automatic rifles 

The Nintendo's and the Sega's 

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