Half Man Half Biscuit - Children Of Apocalyptic Techstep lyrics

I'd like to flush the demons from out of her mind I'd like to flush the demons from out of her mind I'd like to rescue her from unicyclists Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, come on, begone, futon, begone Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream A growing trend for people nowadays to say Don't let my funeral be morose in any way I, I, I, I, I will always hate them I ask you now please Rock of Ages Cleft For Me The forty-third brown sign today Tells me I could be on my way To England's crudest water wheel I'd rather take the bridleway The one you turned down yesterday To be with he who rules the roost at barbeques Too many psychopaths Not enough cycle paths Too many psychopaths Not enough cycle paths