Coda
Paul Heaton, Steve Menzies
He's like death warmed up
Life cooled down
He got gritted teeth on the underneath
Bitterness all around
His words flock like birds
And help that virus spread
'Til sins 1 to 7 feel that gunshot to the head
Cars burnt out on dollar bill strewn streets
Tumbleweed dreams and schemes brush past the dead
Eyes pop out and shout from black and white skulls
Veins like speeding trains purple and red
He's like death warmed up
Life cooled down
He got gritted teeth on the underneath
Bitterness all around
His words flock like birds
And drop to streets below
'Til the deadly sins must wave goodbye
As gossip says "Hello"
