Half Man Half Biscuit - Thy Damnation Slumbereth Not lyrics

I'm gonna grab myself an industry insider mask and blag my way Into the after show I wanna get in amongst the baying hordes of resting actors Who've just got back from visiting Nairobi slums for Comic Relief And now they're going to spend the next six weeks sitting in the vestibule Waiting for the Farm Foods phone call The Farm Foods phone call I'm going to be apprehended by some mandatory galoot with a handheld camera Who will point it in my face and say: "Who are you, and what do you do?" And I'll say "I'm a counterblast to Agnosticism, how do you do" And he'll go away immediately I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can't I need four different wrist bands Follow me oh follow Down to the hollow And there we will wallow There's a BritPop refugee Walking up to me And his face is hollow from seasons of disappointment And he starts blathering on about his latest project Already being dismissed by the most unlikeliest of cable stations It's a dot com sitcom About a hip hop chip shop Chatto and Windus sitting in a tree D-I-S-S-I-N-G Keith Allen's autobiography I'm just trying to break the drudgery of the downstairs maid I'm just trying to write the sort of tune you can maybe hum while waiting for your lover on a railway platform I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can't Follow me oh follow Down to the hollow And there we will wallow I want to perch myself halfway up a metal staircase with the Polydor girls And talk about meerkats And come out with statements like: "Well of course music these days is the slave of mammon and as a result It has become corrupt and shallow Its real essence is industry Its moral purpose is the acquisition of money Its aesthetic pretext is the entertainment of those who are bored And yes we're really excited about going back in to the studio Hotly tipped, highly anticipated and slated for release" I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can't He's talking to Ian Broudie And come four o'clock If I'm still on my feet There's a bloke over there Who said I could meet… Ken Livingstone Well I'm just a primitive creature of the heath so excuse my savage ignorance But if I'm still on my feet at four o'clock I'll be stealing the lead off the roof Follow me oh follow Down to the hollow And there we will wallow Stealing the lead off the roof Stealing the lead off the roof Stealing the lead off the roof Stealing the lead off the roof Come saddle my milk white steed I've seen much more than I need And I know that you won't heed the call So I sprayed it on to the wall Thy damnation, slumbereth not Thy damnation, slumbereth not Thy damnation, slumbereth not Thy damnation, slumbereth not