A Past Gone Mad Lyrics

Serial killers were always a bore in my book,
Along with Spangles and soccer books.
Rid us of old fogeys
Scuttling and swerving over the roads
Comma,
Kids in pubs.
Passable
Why is Pete Gabriel always following us?
And before the grub comes a moralist,
Dissonance of infotainment

A past gone mad!
Alive and well, he is on all channels
[Kiki Dee]
Dwelling in craven environment
If I ever end up like Ian McShane* slit my throat with a kitchen tool
And if I ever end up like U2 slit my throat with a garden vegetable

A past gone mad
Passable

Take a look back
Rear-view mirror: it's all behind you
A present gone mad
Tra-tra-la, follow, track that lava
Past, present gone mad.
Passable
A past gone mad.