Текст песни Death By Melody

Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese Look so divine, tell me they're mine And this thing doesn't rhyme The rights are wrong the left have gone right Thought they might taste the Angel Delight And swot him in sight I can make no sense of it Living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it Living in the thick of it (X2) When I was aged under three I went insane on the climbing frame I totally lost it Searching for the land of my dreams The Soviet's rave and nuns misbehave And nobody rules but I can make no sense of it Living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it Living in the thick of it (X2) Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do La la la la la la la Zippedy do Zippedy don't Zippedy I don't know (X2) I can make no sense of it Living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it Living in the thick of it (X4) Living Living Living Living Wooooh!