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Elton John - Hymn 2000

She chose the soft centre

And took it to bed with her mother,

And the ideal confusion

Was just an illusion

To gain further news of her brother.

And the comfort of mother

Was just an appeal for protection,

For the cat from next door

Was found later at four

In surgical dissection.

And I don't want to be

The son of any freak

Who for a chocolate centre

Can take you off the street.

For soon they'll plough the desert,

And God knows where I'll be,

Collecting submarine numbers

On the main street of the sea.

The Vicar is thicker,

And I just can't see through to him,

For his cardinal sings

A collection of hymns,

And a collection of coins

Is made after.

And who wrote the Bible,

Was it Judas or Pilate?

Well one cleans his hands

While the other one hangs,

But still I continue to stand.