Hurry Down Doomsday Lyrics - Elvis Costello

The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose 

In the teeming temple of the Railroad Kings 

He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase 

Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things 

But I can't bring myself to look 

Wake up zombie, write yourself another book 

You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout 

Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over 

She sleeps in the shirt of a late, great country singer 

Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow 

In time you can turn these obsessions into careers 

While the parents of those kidnapped children 

Start the bidding for their tears 

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But I can't bring myself to look 

Wake up zombie, get yourself off the book 

You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout 

Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over 

Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll 

Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola 

Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota 

Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah 

Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over 

Any day now a giant insect mutation 

Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden 

Starting out with all of the sensitive ones 

Better make like a fly if you don't want to die 

Look out there goes Gordon 

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But I can't bring myself to think 

Wake up zombie, kick up a big stink 

You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout 

Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over 

You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout 

Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over