Letra Your World Customer de Fatima Mansions original
In the bright-lit railway station, 3 A.M. In a town whose active life is at an end I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur Who said, 'If I can keep smiling I can change the world.' What world? 'Lord Straight Banana, Lord Paper Twine, Lord Biting Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine. Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Private Zoo, Lord Hanging Bishop and Lord Valium, too.' 'I know you think you have a job But the whole world knows it's ended. Why do you laugh at the dying of the senile god On whom your devilish life depended?' Shop-soiled and broken In a part not clearly seen You'll have no Armegeddon, no more screams Pleasant dreams... CHORUS: Your world, your world, your world customer Your world, your world, your world, your world I said, 'I'm sure your faith in what you cannot see Has made your slumbers sounder but it won't work for me. I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises I've heard From my lips and others of a brighter world.' 'Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot picture land, An exhausted atom in a grain of sand. They who can't be frozen like a teenage corpse Must be isolated and tied up in knots.' Fake chrome and a lick of paint And a change of name announced By some menswear dummy turned messenger Of a master whose name he cannot pronounce You feast on bargain-basement dregs Get your self-delusions off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, female or male No Santa, Elvis or Holy Grail Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to inspect What both feeds and defets you--no respect I'm beaten, but I still reject This world, just like a sentence Without crime or guilt or sin So give the panda back his skin And give the berries back their gin--CHORUS