You Won`t Get Me Home — текст песни (Fatima Mansions, The)

Her uncle won`t support her now
He loves his Masons more
with their Boy Scout songs of Jahbulon
as they flocked to gore some whores

She says, You won`t get me home
You won`t get me home
Everything I own is gone.

They built a wall around the town to keep her plague within
until all of the unclean had died atoning for their sins

You won`t get me home
You won`t get me home
Leave my mouth alone
You`re old -- you`re old!

You won`t get me home
to jump my tired bones
Now leave my mouth alone and go!
Go! Go!

The Prince of Caledonia, he drives a diesel van
Yeah, he peddles skag in Hamilton
He`s the reality man, reality man

You`re not your own executioner, no
You`re not your own executioner, no
You`re not your own executioner, even though they tell you,
they tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!