The Crimea - Out Of Africa lyrics

Out Of Africa ringtone on your mobile phone

I struggle to think of a beastier beast

than the beast I became

Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again

Driven only by the Herculean desire

To fill my body with anything

that helps me forget it's a body in the first place

Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again

Humankind, never stood a chance

Too scared to leave the house

Far from the madding crowd

Gonna be a fatcamp hero now

So began, the chronicles of man

This weak distorted thing

Evil and all that jazz

Came out of Africa

Follow the Yellow Brick Road wherever

the damn thing goes

Winter just hangs around,

like a smoker's cough of sixty years

Stumbling through a no-frills life with a chip

on my shoulder the size of an iceberg

Winter just hangs around like a smoker's

cough of sixty years

Human Kind, never stood a chance

Too scared to leave the house

Far from the madding crowd

Gonna be a fatcamp hero now

So began, the chronicles of man

This weak distorted thing

Evil and all that jazz

Came out of Africa

Does winter just hang around

Like a smoker's cough of sixty years

We go where the bad people go

Gonna be a fatcamp hero now

So began, the chronicles of man

This weak distorted thing

Evil and all that jazz

Came out of Africa