She chose the soft center
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 wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
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
I don't wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
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 wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
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 wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
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