if we crawl
beautiful south, the
we could crawl at twenty-two
and once they've got you down there
it's so hard to re-straighten your back
we could crawl at one hundred and two
and the target brainless don't quite reach
covered so kindly in your opening speech
is a tiny crab of thought
let lessons not the pupils teach
justice not the lesers breach
and maggots not have fingers
i wrote this song in braille
so you could touch the words
from my mouth back to the jail
you could touch the words that sail
from the mouth back to the jail
and the wearing of a business suit
lead to complaints of backache
and end with a nazi salute
and once they've got you down there
it's so hard to re-straighten your back
we could crawl at two two two
and the target brainless don't quite reach
covered so kindly in your opening speech
is a tiny crab of thought
let lessons not the pupils teach
justice not the lesers breach
and maggots not have fingers
i wrote this song in braille
so you could touch the words
from my mouth back to the jail
you could touch the words that sail
from the mouth back to the jail
we could crawl at twenty-two
we could crawl at twenty-two