The Crimea - Gazillions Of Miniature Violins lyrics

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