The Fall - SECOND DARK AGE lyrics

Fat conference women

Clap return of glass house

And the Arabs have it made

Oil is women in veils, eyes glazed

Second Dark Age. Death of the USA.

Return of the family.

The scooter cabbages

And the commune crapheads sit and whine

While the common near my birthplace is now a police college

It's a second dark age.

No Psalm Sunday or any day.

The city is dead.

Bust. Ghost-dance rite. Tepid

I could join a pray-peace group

Spy in Norway

Cause groups can change the world

and meet Ms. Fjord and Benny.*

"Hi I am Benny.

Go where the brave prance

No Czechoslovak food queues are a party, fool

A mediocre anti-Jew

And single people are screwed

in the Second Dark Age

I am Roman Totale, 17,

the bastard offspring

of Charles I and the Great God Pan.