The Fatima Mansions - Shiny Happy People lyrics

Ha ha ha, that's disgusting!

Here we fuckin' go!

Bring out your dead, bring out your dead

We're gonna make 'em dance, give us cold cold head

Fill' em full of whisky, it'll bring 'em back to life

Just as well, I like 'em nice and tight

Streetlights flashing like the greatest little disco

[Whimbo, belch-o, slam-o, fist-o]

The grand parade is coming your way

Meet me in the crowd, I'll be yelling out loud

with a dick in every orifice, this'll [pummel them around]

with a 6-6-6 and a do-what-thou-wilt

though no body fluids are gonna be spilt

You look like the type who likes to suck a big pipe

Tonight could be your night if you play your cards right

Shiny happy people holding hands

Yes, that is correct, that's what we are seeing

Shiny happy people holding hands

("Go fuck yourself!")

Mummy, when you shoot up, dear,

do not spew up, dear, in baby's face here

Give him a few beers to dry his wee tears

and if his dad hears, he'll fuck you both, dear

Zeebrugge, '87, mass murder

Campaign contribution that goes no further

Innocent people lost their lives

for the killer's profit and another five

'cos the government by well-spanked arses, closet queens ("Masturbate,

masturbate.") making it a crime to be gay

Shiny happy people holding hands

Shiny happy people holding hands

("Go fuck yourself!")

Fuck your nuclear family

Fuck your passion for advertising

Fuck your show business

Most of all, fuck your show business

Shiny happy people holding hands

Shiny happy people holding hands

I must be blind, I can't see them!

Shiny happy people holding hands

Shiny happy people holding hands

("Masturbate, masturbate")