36 Hours

36 hours in the mystery chair 36 hours in the quizzical glare Of the naked lights and the visible hardware Another bloke is leaving in a wheelchair No joke, here comes the punchline Lights out... sack time Steel shoes on the stone cold floor I hear the screws screaming in the corridor The bad news and the slammin' of the door The "what did i do's" and the "what am I here for's" Shades of doubt fall deeper than the slag mine Lights out... sack time Hard cheese and a chest complaint One man sneezes, another two faint Sufferin' jesus, this ain't my venue The man through the mesh says it's time to crash The creeping flesh of a nervous rash The last man to make a dash Is on the menu Here's the boss with a mouthful of emeralds A maltese cross and a pocket full of chemicals Jack frost snappin' at the genitals Wash my cosh it's a visit from the general Rule out sub section nine Lights out... sack time The killer gorilla with the perspex hat Says I say so... and that's that Take out the dog bring back the cat Scrape out the cafeteria rats Stab the rabbit feed the swine lights out... sack time Time flies ... slides down the wall Part of me dies under my overalls I close my eyes and a woman calls From a nightmare The chronic breath of the dead collides With a rattle of the waste disposal slides No flowers for the man who dies In the bombscare He's in the frigidaire Freezing in these paper jeans Standing stiff in a dead man's dream Tobacco barons and the closet queen Walk on the walls... wank in the beans Shave... shit... a shower and a shoe shine That's it... sack time Everybody looks like ernest borgnine That's it 36 hours on the battery farm A blindfold and a broken arm I got the cold shoulder sleepin' in the barn Whose barn... what barn... their barn The old soldier and his old-world charm Lift that weight, drag that woodbine Lights out mate sackarooni time Lights out... sack time