Momus - The Fisher King lyrics
[Momus - The Fisher King lyrics]
Galumphing round the old gazump
Between the king my brother's wreck
And the king my father's death
Don't tell him he is the Fisher King
Don't tell him he is the Fisher King
Since I got wounded in the cock
This our land begins to rot
Instead of fixing your mistakes
I sit fishing by the lake
All the little Parsifals coming to fix me
Burn their beasts and offerings
And men in effigy
Something sweet is broken inside of me
Something was the compass that guided me
Some great spear has knackered
The groin of me
I can't feel the dagger of ecstasy
Surely there cannot be something wrong
Surely I am not the Fisher King
Don't tell him he is the Fisher King
Don't tell him he is the Fisher King
I lost the magic soup tureen
That resurrects the dead
And so I asked my followers to sever my head
My head kept talking endlessly
Kept everyone amused
All the way to Wimbledon
With modish racist views
All the little Parsifals attempting
To cure me burn their beasts and offerings
And men in effigy
Something sweet is broken inside of me
Something was the compass that guided me
Some great spear has knackered
The groin of me
I can't feel the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
Dagger of ecstasy
Something sweet is broken inside of me
Something was the compass that guided me
Some great spear has knackered
The groin of me
I can't feel the dagger of ecstasy
Have I now become the Fisher King?