Will Get Fooled Again

Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice?

Thirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dice

The decoration painting

Was inhibited by fainting

And the clean-up operation wasn't nice



So you did some work for me and you didn't get paid?

Think of all the songs you sang and the love that you made

While Mr. Mendes kisses Kate

I, in my kitchen, break a plate

And sweep it up and dream of getting laid



I don't know if you got my letter

But everyone thinks you're great

If you come home it will be much better

And I will be your mate until we die



If you try to do the cube and it doesn't work out

Don't peel the stickers off or move the pieces about

Just send it in to this address

My underlings will do the rest

Unless you fill the envelope with doubt



As a child I used to be obsessed with Pale Saints

In a shop of art supplies among the sale paints

I thought this girl was Meriel

And I asked if she'd sing at my burial

"That isn't me," she said with some restraint



I don't know if you got my letter

It should have arrived by now

When you come home it will be much better

I'm longing to show you how until we die