A Past Gone Mad Lyrics - Fall

Serial killers were always a bore in my book, 

Along with Spangles and soccer books. 

Rid us of old fogeys 

Scuttling and swerving over the roads 

Comma, 

Kids in pubs. 

Passable 

Why is Pete Gabriel always following us? 

And before the grub comes a moralist, 

Dissonance of infotainment 

A past gone mad! 

Alive and well, he is on all channels 

Dwelling in craven environment 

If I ever end up like Ian McShane slit my throat with a kitchen tool 

And if I ever end up like U2 slit my throat with a garden vegetable 

A past gone mad 

Passable 

Take a look back 

Rear-view mirror: it's all behind you 

A present gone mad 

Tra-tra-la, follow, track that lava 

Past, present gone mad. 

Passable 

A past gone mad.