Songtexte The Penultimate Peril - Boys Road

Doctor Flamboyant owns a feeling
Poor boy's late for mealtime meals
Brink of death, mortician
Lower inhibition
Volition of a Christian on a plain of power
Practice the dark arts
Flame and a spark

Where do you go, nobody knows
Embrace the feeling, climb on the ceiling
Live in plastic, ignite your matchbox
The images aplenty in a time of abundance

Japanese phonebook
Look in the other direction
Look in the other direction
So very close to perfection
The body allows an erection
President gets an honourable mention
Sexual expectations and external renovations

Pope says salutations are work creations
Pick and choose the penultimate peril
Useful all used up
The meter prolongs the pain
I got no soot, I got no rain
Be strong and abstain
I'm in the fast lane
For the love of God give me your credentials
The man of the hour, he knows what to do
He knows what to do
He knows what to do
He knows what to do

Pretentious are your words
More than you could ever know
If there's a problem then solve it
Turn on the radio

Pick your poison