In the undulating folds
Of the pressure game,
No one escapes
And no one complains,
Take the drop
Or jump the gorge,
Sleep with angels
Or soggy-tit whores,
Ashes to ashes
Good golly Miss Molly,
From birth to death
It’s fable to folly.
In the undulating folds
Of the pressure game,
No one escapes
And no one complains,
Take the drop
Or jump the gorge,
Sleep with angels
Or soggy-tit whores,
Ashes to ashes
Good golly Miss Molly,
From birth to death
It’s fable to folly.