This is my December

This is my time of the year



This is my December
This is all so clear

See the mice in their million hordes

From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,



But the film is a sadd'ning bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more.
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?

Crowded streets are cleared away

One by one
Hollow heroes separate
As they run



Satisfied and empty inside?
Well, that's alright, let's give this another try.

I've done everything as you say

I've followed your rules without question
I thought it would help me see things clearly



But instead of helping me to see
I look around and it's like I'm blinded

I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control

For some reason I can't explain

I know St. Peter won't call my name

 

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