Pete Atkin sings
Urban Guerrilla

by Clive James and Pete Atkin,
from The Lakeside Sessions, Vol.1

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Automatic weapons rake the roof
Powdered concrete hangs around like spray
He huddles underneath the parapet
And knows there is no way
This is as far as he will get

The hostages and all his friends are dead
His turn is coming soon
What was it that motherfucker said?
Better chance of conquering the moon
He holds his ringing head

          The happy endings never came
          The terrors were seldom just a dream
          Bambi was finished by the flame
          You still could hear him scream
          Snow White was rubbed out by the witch
          Mary Poppins never made the scene
          Mother Goose was just another bitch
          Full of bullshit like the Fairy Queen

The gas grenades are telling him to run
He does and something hits him like a wall
It sends him back where he has always been
His nightmares laugh to see him fall

I told you they were gonna bust your ass
Says Tom Thumb inside an upturned glass