Fatima Mansions - Mr. Baby lyrics

See the priest in gleaming nappies Gurgling and burping child at play Signing warrants, blessing firing squads are the pleasures of this baby's day In a street where broken buildings fall on burning people ten feet tall on stockinged knees, not all, not all Just those who fight in bonfire light In spite of all the crowds who call Their hero, a goldfish jockey Their hero remains Mr. Baby Mr. Baby spills it by the ton He wraps his mouth around his gun He says,