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M.I.A.
(Meanwhile I’m Alive)©
Gibbens/Weston
Blood on the carpet,
blood on the sofa,
A long black hack with a top-hatted chauffeur,
It’s little things like this
Tell you that it’s over.
Meanwhile I’m alive, meanwhile I’m alive…
Drowned or hanged or
immolated,
Gassed or stabbed or decapitated.
One day you’re on your feet
And the next you’re crated.
Meanwhile I’m alive, meanwhile I’m alive…
You could make a racist
remark to Mike Tyson,
Be breakfast for a crocodile or trampled by a bison,
Or ride your bike round Marble Arch
Without your lights on.
Fracture your skull when
you slip on a kerbstone,
Be tied to a stake and flambeed à la St Joan,
Snakebite, sudden fright, frostbite,
Choked on a fishbone.
Meanwhile I’m alive, meanwhile I’m alive…
You could be bit by a
loose power line
Or fall down the shaft of a disued mine
Or go quietly in your sleep
In the early morning sunshine.
Meanwhile I’m alive, meanwhile I’m alive…
