Hymn 2000 Lyrics

She chose the soft centre and took it to bed with her mother
And the ideal confusion was just an illusion
To gain further news of her brother

And the comfort of mother was just an appeal for protection
For the cat from next door was found later at four
In surgical dissection

And I don't want to be the son of any freak
Who for a chocolate centre can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert and God knows where I'll be
Collecting submarine numbers on the main street of the sea

And I don't want to be the son of any freak
Who for a chocolate centre can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert and God knows where I'll be
Collecting submarine numbers on the main street of the sea

The Vicar is thicker and I just can't see through to him
For his cardinal sings a collection of hymns
And a collection of coins is made after

And who wrote the Bible was it Judas or Pilate
Well one cleans his hands while the other one hangs
But still I continue to stand

And I don't want to be the son of any freak
Who for a chocolate centre can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert and God knows where I'll be
Collecting submarine numbers on the main street of the sea

Yes, I don't want to be the son of any freak
Who for a chocolate centre can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert and God knows where I'll be
Collecting submarine numbers on the main street of the sea