Mr. Baby Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

See the priest in gleaming nappies 

Gurgling and burping child at play 

Signing warrents, blessing firing squads 

are the pleasures of this baby's day 

In a street where broken buildings fall 

on burning people ten feet tall 

on stockinged knees, not all, not all 

Just those who fight in bonfire light 

In spite of all the crowds who call 

Their hero, a goldfish jockey 

Their hero remains Mr. Baby 

Mr. Baby spills it by the ton 

He wraps his mouth around his gun 

He says, "Scared? You're not the only one." 

Did they raise their fists to greet you all 

when they saw the colour of your skin? 

Did they laugh and say "go home" 

when you told them of the trouble you were in? 

You know they did 

(God is an arms dealer.) 

Your complaint is my mandate 

and your shoulders are my ladder (straight) 

What they cannot defuse they must excuse 

and what they must allow they soon will bow to 

and they will kneel 

They will kneel to Mr. Baby 

Oh, you really slay me 

Mr. Baby in the burning bushfire 

Basement by the crater brook 

Reads from his ancient hate-book 

Your own, your own Mr. Baby 

Baby, baby, baby, don't treat me mean now 

Don't bang your head...