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In The Park - The Fall
Written by：Mark E. Smith
Night though I do not sleep
I dream of the park up the road
I open the bushes a couple of lovers
Trying to be lust rockers
And although my spouse
Is in the other room
I think we can do it here
Yes uh and she makes me pay
For every girl I have the guts to look at
Anyway here quiet here
Quiet here
You thought it'd be great
You thought it'd be great
But a good mind does not a good f**k make
I take you to the park up the road
But here is the rain
Rain makes policemen no threat
Turns cars into little specks
Muffles the shouts of your neighbour
And we will have sex here
Here here
Couch shagged out
There's no hard ons
It's just come and it's gone
I'm becoming everything I used to hate
But I can't go back there
Not back there I can't go back there
Not back to the park
The brown monk ghost'll catch us
And make us lust rockers
Make us wear huckleberry
Masks and uh huckleberry masks
You sing you don't believe in couples
But I can't believe that
Especially the crap
About the huckleberry masks
