The Crimea

Gazillions Of Miniature Violins

The Crimea


On the street where I was born, by the acorn tree, where we first made love 
Legs akimbo, sunny side up, I remember you buttercup 
Another murder mystery, rocked the neighborhood, rocked the neighborhood 
The Texas chainsaw massacre, don't compare to my disaster 
All goes strangely quiet 
Gazillions of miniature violins 
Breaking the silence 
All aboard the sinking ship, you sail the thing I'll crack the whip 
Let's have ourselves a scary trip, all aboard the sinking ship 
On the street where I was born, in the alleyway where I saw the truth 
All the whores in Liverpool couldn't light a candle to you 
Life goes on 
Don't fight it 
Know how it feels like to cause mini earthquakes 
Take pleasure in the pain 
Don't forget to go insane 
On the stroke of twelve