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