The World of Night - Momus

One, two, testing, one two three

I hate the world and world hates me

I’ve got tats, I make gang signs

Even when I don’t know what they mean

I’m a gangster, I do drugs

Obey all the laws, and I stay clean

I’m so scared I lost my lunch

Where’s your truncheon, Mr Punch?

Never wear a colour cos a colour is gay

Never wear yellow when there’s mustard grey

Stay on the right side of the right

Dress for the world, the world of night

Where’s the flood, where’s the flood?

Where’s the fucking riot, where’s the river of blood

Where’s your truncheon, Mr Punch, hang about I’ve lost my lunch

Dress like a robber and the robbers won’t strike

Dress in black for the world of night

Who’s got a whip?

You’ve got a whip?

I’ve got a whip stinging on my back

We all stare, we’re all hard, we’re all their security guards

Dress in fat in wobbly fat

Tickled for the top with a whoosh

You’re a tool, I’m a tool, we’re all tools for the fools by the pool

We all stare, we’re all hard, we’re all their security guards

Merge with the crowd, shout with the loud

Don’t stand out, that’s not allowed

Where’s the flood, where’s the flood?

Where’s the fucking riot, where’s the river of blood

Never wear a colour cos the colour is gay

Never wear yellow when there’s mustard grey

Stay on the right side of the right

Dress for the world, the world of night

Where’s the flood, where’s the flood?

Where’s the fucking riot, where’s the river of blood

Where’s your truncheon, Mr Punch, hang about I’ve lost my lunch

I’m the baboon in the Mossad shades

I’m the goon in the CIA

Let’s all dress like the idiots attacking

When all we’re the idiots under attack

They’ve got prisons and I take two lumps

Two lumps of the mud from the toxic dump

I’m the goon in the CIA

At the 11th Olympiad

Never wear a colour, cos a colour is gay

Never wear pink when there’s black and grey

Stay on the right side of the right

Dress for the world, the world of night

Merge with the crowd, shout with the loud

Don’t stand out, it’s a sin to be proud

They’ve got prisons, I’ve got lumps

Where’s your truncheon Mr Punch