Letra de A Past Gone Mad

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.