《Morality》歌词

[00:00:01] Morality - Chumbawamba

[00:01:01] Act one the smell of green leather French polish quite pristine not a hair out of place not a wrinkle not a crease the silverware all clean Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors be upstanding for men of yore But wait who's this sticky under the collar in Elsinore Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants Nervous shuffling on his feet leading a merry song and dance A back seat driver of good moral fibre holding up the light He's made his own bed now he's got to lie in it Ha ha Serves him right

[00:02:12] Act three 'I am the lord of the dance ' said he John the Baptist dripping wet playing sir politick-would-be Backslapping backsliding back to basic instincs backfiring By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing I ask you which is more comforting The thought that I am bad seed gone to seed turned sour by TV sex and violence Or even worse am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill 'Condemn a little more understand a little less ' Oh sad sir thou jest Ha ha I am Prometheus prepare thee to meet thy nemesis