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Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Genres: Rock

The Aftertaste Of Paradise Lyrics - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Look ma, top of the world 

He'd started talking to himself 

His ma was dead 

The first sign of madness, talking to yourself 

 

Alarm bells should have 

Been going off in his head 

As clear as crystal he ignored the S.O.S. 

Gave a little whistle, made his last request 

 

He tuned into his local commercial radio station 

And listened to the spokesman for his generation 

Who said, "Put your hands in the air like you just don't care" 

 

Put your hands in the air like you just don't care 

About anything or anybody 

About love, hate, cruelty or pain 

About football or music, the sun, the wind and the rain 

 

It's the after taste of paradise 

It doesn't pay to advertise 

Part one in a two part pack of lies 

A titillating, trivialized 

 

Television fairy tale 

By clever men with pony tails 

All the trimmings and nothing else 

Tom Cruise instead of Orson Welles 

 

We owe you nothing say The Bells 

Of Hollywood and Tunbridge Wells 

Never mind the quality feel yourself 

Slipping into mental health 

 

I thank the Lord that I was blessed 

With more than my share of bitterness 

Because everything is fixed 

It's all done with mirrors and camera tricks 

 

Miles and miles of cheesy smiles 

In churches and cathedrals 

Won't feed the cold and needy child 

And put an end to evil 

 

It's elementary my dear Watson 

From the pistol and the smoke 

The Jetsam and The Flotsam 

Are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke 

 

He turned off his radio 

Looked at his newspaper 

And he thought about truth 

And he thought about lies and he thought about 

 

Overcoats and paper planes 

Homes for votes and shit for brains 

Fascist bully boys and girls 

From the ashes of a poison world 

 

All the news that's fit to print 

In poison pen and tabloid ink 

Tits and arse, bring back the birch 

Then take the children off to church 

 

Miles and miles of cheesy smiles 

In churches and cathedrals 

Won't feed the cold and needy child 

And put an end to evil 

 

It's elementary my dear Watson 

From the pistol and the smoke 

The Jetsam and The Flotsam 

Are the victims of a cruel and stupid joke 

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Copyright: Universal Island Music Ltd.

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