A lilac harry quinn

In this sumptuous hacienda,
Where I weigh things up as they're on the way down
From beneath your Reverend Jim Jones bedspread
I watch the angels look down onto your sweet brow

If God had meant for us to work
Then I'm sure he would have given us jobs
Six weeks to live but at least I'm not in Journey
Sign on you crazy diamond

I didn't take much time convincing her
Baby, I'm from the Wirral peninsula
A merciless despot, with nothing to lose
In my Dick Quax running shoes

Underneath the shade of the average tree where
They handed out mediocrity
I saw you with Alchemy under your arm
Standing in the middle of a long queue

I saw the Goodyear airship sail over your head
I saw the joke I told you fly over your head
Why don't they have any badminton courts in the jungle?
Because there isn't the demand
Oh let me take you by the hand

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