Mayday

A slave's a girl who slaves her days away
In arabesques and minarettes
And tablecloths and serviettes
She's screamin' "This is what you get"

First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah

The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
It all goes fifteen ways in my head
Feels like it's smashing down

George is 24, easily bored
All his life he's seen nothing but closed doors
Not any more...

First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah

The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
It all goes fifteen ways in my head
Feels like it's smashing down