Songtexte New Maps Of Hell - Meatraffle

They all meet up on the fairway
All clobbered up in Pringle
There's no such thing as they
A wiseacre once told me
But I've already identified them
Talking big business at the golf club
It's the elephant's graveyard for the white man
Made men, who could never be happy

I've discovered New Maps of Hell
New Maps, New Maps

I've discovered New Maps of Hell
New Maps, New Maps

4 over par on the 7th
Let's all blame it on the G.E.R.D
Let's all blame it all on spicy food
And... socialism

You can't always have it your own way
Trouble at the mill again
Like a spoilt brat refused
All the sweets festooned around the checkout till

I've discovered New Maps of Hell
New Maps, New Maps

I've discovered New Maps of Hell
New Maps, New Maps

We're all going down the pan
9 months wait for a C.T.I. scan
"Cream always floats to the top"
But so does... scum too
Let's all wave the flag
Pretend we're all in it together
But some are more in it than others
The sand bunkers of history

I've discovered New Maps of Hell
New Maps, New Maps

I've discovered New Maps of Hell
New Maps, New Maps