They can walk on water or they can run Depending on the story Also by the same author Volume one, violence d**h or glory Sneaking out of the exit of B and Q With a trolley load of trouble Polycotton bedsheets some four by two Petrol and a shovel They're off to see the wizardry that was And the fire breathing dragons Where history can't repeat itself Because history never happened Juvenile delinquents are easy prey To the bigotry and whining Of a solar ring piece on a dreary day And when the sun is shining down On this little mining town People come from miles around To see the funny snarling clowns But not you You were the one I liked best You were the grooviest dressed The only loony left in town And he was the one who persecuted Jews And anybody different He's got a gun that he's not afraid to use On anybody with them On the run 'coz he s**ually abused The devils latest signing
The center forward with the Swastika tattoos Between the hours of twelve and two The nagging doubts will come to you Be paranoid parents 'coz they're after your kids Who don't know what an Aryan master race is They'll plant the seeds that will grow in time And start the disease that will poison their minds Fill them up with hatred and dress them up in robes You know how the story goes We've got one Mississippi Two Mississippis, three Mississippis Four Mississippis, five Mississippis, six Mississippis burning We've got seven Mississippis, eight Mississippis Nine Mississippis, ten Mississippis Eleven Mississippis, twelve Mississippis Burning, burning, burning Burning down on this little mining town Where people come from miles around To see the funny snarling clowns But not you You were the one I liked best You were the grooviest dressed The only loony that's left in town