Lyrics Bashibazouks - Momus

Bashibazouks

Everything’s continuously flying away to hell
Because of the stupidity of people
Idiocy hurts, and if idiots went to church
This would be their fucking cathedral
I’m at the ATM, and coming out instead of cash
Is a wedge of pigeon feathers and saliva mixed with ash
What’s happening in Little England is becoming clear:
They are dealing with the problem of evil
The pillywink and thumbiken are making their return
Along with every other type of screw
I am paying at the pump the price for some pamphlet of hate-spew
Published back in 1692
I wouldn’t call these people «people», more like feral sheep
Slobs and yobbos, bozos, drunks and devils
Gimlet-eyed bully herds, sneering little creeps
Fustylugs and fungus-sniffers, driggle-draggle, gasbag-lovers
Drate-pokes and their gnashgabs
Klazomaniacs, loitersacks and quisbies, whiffle-whaffle, muckspouts and
roiderbanks
Snoutbrigands, scobberlotchers, sorners, and the raggabrashing rabble
Knuckle-dragging bashibazouks
April is regarding me with curious concern
I’ve been land-surveying Greenland on the Streetview
And May demands to know if I would like to clipe my neighbours up
For half-a-crown of billyballoo
My boss requests a Facebook chat while I am on the toilet seat
Brushing up upon my rusty evil
What’s happening here in Little England is becoming clear
They are dealing with the devil