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John Cooper Clarke
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Thirty Six Hours
36 hours in the mystery chair 36 hours in the quizzical glare Of the naked lights and the visible hardware
Another bloke is leaving in a wheelchair No joke, here comes the punchline Lights out... sack time
Steel shoes on the stone cold floor I hear the screws screaming in the corridor The bad news and the slammin' of the door The 'what did i do's' and the 'what am I here for's' Shades of doubt fall deeper than the slag mine Lights out... sack time
Hard cheese and a chest complaint One man sneezes, another two faint Sufferin' jesus, this ain't my venue The man through the mesh says it's time to crash The creeping flesh of a nervous rash The last man to make a dash Is on the menu
Here's the boss with a mouthful of emeralds A maltese cross and a pocket full of chemicals Jack frost snappin' at the genitals Wash my cosh it's a visit from the general Rule out sub section nine Lights out... sack time
The killer gorilla with the perspex hat Says I say so... and that's that Take out the dog bring back the cat Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Scrape out the cafeteria rats Stab the rabbit feed the swine lights out... sack time
Time flies ... slides down the wall Part of me dies under my overalls I close my eyes and a woman calls From a nightmare The chronic breath of the dead collides With a rattle of the waste disposal slides No flowers for the man who dies In the bombscare He's in the frigidaire
Freezing in these paper jeans Standing stiff in a dead man's dream Tobacco barons and the closet queen Walk on the walls... wank in the beans Shave... shit... a shower and a shoe shine That's it... sack time Everybody looks like ernest borgnine That's it
36 hours on the battery farm A blindfold and a broken arm I got the cold shoulder sleepin' in the barn Whose barn... what barn... their barn The old soldier and his old-world charm Lift that weight, drag that woodbine Lights out mate sackarooni time Lights out... sack time
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