Out Of Africa 歌词

I struggle to think of a beastier beast than the beast I became Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again Driven only by the Herculean desire To fill my body with anything that helps me forget it's a body in the first place Gone to the pub in pyjamas and slippers again Humankind, never stood a chance Too scared to leave the house Far from the madding crowd Gonna be a fatcamp hero now So began, the chronicles of man This weak distorted thing Evil and all that jazz Came out of Africa Follow the Yellow Brick Road wherever the damn thing goes Winter just hangs around, like a smoker's cough of sixty years Stumbling through a no-frills life with a chip on my shoulder the size of an iceberg Winter just hangs around like a smoker's cough of sixty years Human Kind, never stood a chance Too scared to leave the house Far from the madding crowd Gonna be a fatcamp hero now So began, the chronicles of man This weak distorted thing Evil and all that jazz Came out of Africa Does winter just hang around Like a smoker's cough of sixty years We go where the bad people go Gonna be a fatcamp hero now So began, the chronicles of man This weak distorted thing Evil and all that jazz Came out of Africa