Go Home Bible Mike Lyrics - Singles - Fatima Mansions

A brass band playing in a dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdust 

as people dressed as cows form an orderly queue 

for a drug that makes you dead for a second or two 

I raise myself from my punchbowl, drowning: 

"The Yakuza are singing--it can't be true!" 

"Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!" 

"Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!" 

Her hand squeezes mine and I shudder 

She says, "That was one shock, now here comes another 

You really don't remember, do you?" / I said, "Why? Am I supposed to? 

Me, the slut of dishevelled women / whom fun has made sad and careless?" 

and she's knocked me onto the greasy floor 

and a eunuch is barring the only door 

Pilar, in her room above the farmacia, 

smiles as she pictures your little thing 

Imagine her surprise when she looks through the window 

and sees you riddled with bullets while the cops all sing 

"Go home, Bible Mike! / Go home, Bible Mike! 

You preach without a right / Go home, Bible Mike!" 

You don't make me laugh, you don't make me horny, 

so what the hell are we doing here? 

Gasping all night in this Nazi city 

You bit it, I'm bleeding, we're sliding in my blood 

Humping in my blood / Market my blood! / Market my blood! 

You got a tourist mind 

Deaf, dumb and blind to all the pain you bring 

This is more than just sin 

"Am I really such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there." 

Anytime you look / This court says, "Take a hike" 

The slate will not be wiped / Just go home, Bible Mike 

Go home, Bible Mike....