Little Girls - Momus

Little girls, little girls will save us

Little virgins pure as snow

When the end of the world is upon us

When there’s no place left to go

The public loves a flogging or a public execution

When you behead the blood is red, there’s no other solution

The public loves severity, the cutting-off of tongues

The torture of the foreigner, the rattle of the guns

But little girls, little girls will save us

Though they may seem weak and frail

The human-headed Blengins of Calverine Island

Save the world from epic fail

And our life is a nest of vipers

Our behaviour a world of pain

And our life is windscreen wipers

Trying to keep up with the rain

Speak harshly to your fellow man and slap him when he slackens

Try imposing martial law, sit back and see what happens

The milk of human kindness is old and out of date

The public needs a populist to make the nation great

But little girls, little girls will save us

Though they may seem weak and frail

The human-headed Blengins of Calverine Island

Save the world from epic fail

The public is sadistic and its bloodlust knows no bounds

The tiniest infraction and it throws you to the hounds

The public needs a figurehead, a filthy kind of father

To objectify its anger, and its hatred of the other

But we’ll defeat the Glandolinian vandals

For the sake of the Vivian Girls

With the cumulonimbus behind us

The dearest flowers in all the world

Little girls, little girls will save us

In the lightning and the summer snow

When the end of the world is upon us

When there’s no place left to go