Blow The Millennium Blow 2 Lyrics

Blow The Millennium Blow 2 lyrics

When they look around

 And they will look around

 They'll be without the kind of things

 We lax about

 Do with backround inventions

 For one last glimpse to the real

 

 When devils astounded

 Deepest instincts sound

 Joys to be around

 Commendable tones

 A commanding role

 For the crowd we bow

 And are bound to

 

 Begging and borrowing

 Burrowing and bringing all sorts with him

 And come to think of it

 You're like a christmas dinner

 A cupful of steep

 Full, ready to reap

 But it won't keep

 There's holes, it's all show

 You needed harnessing

 

 But I hope you win the lottery

 No tom-foolery

 It's a genuine wish

 I long for fairground attractions

 For one last go at the wheel

 

 Blow...

 Blow...

 Blow...

 Blow...

 

 And begging and borrowing

 Burrowing and bringing all sorts with him

 I'm trying but trying is frightening

 I packed for an outing

 An endless task

 Though anything goes

 

 Blow...

 Blow...

 Blow...

 Blow...