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• Artiste: Tom Flannery
• Titre: Dressed To Impress
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Who are you to tell me what side God's on what side's right and what side's wrong who are you to absolve my sins or to whisper about the shape I'm in you....so tightlipped and so coy with an altar full of shiny toys and a mother still too overjoyed at what's become of her darling boy Soft in the middle and soft in the head children for your daily bread thundering down curses at all those who dare to step out of their clothes what do you see when you close your eyes overwhelmed with the booby prize cutting others down to size and teaching the rest to ostracize dressed to impress underneath a mess place in the country for you to have your rest where you and the children can coalesce after their souls you prepossess with great finesse you relieve your stress and like zombies the kids they all regress and then they learn how to repress as they acquiesce their sins to profess Heaven and hell and all that stuff but you like 'em young and you like it rough saints and sinners and tramps and thieves a bottle of Jack on bended knees Eve brought Adam down with a piece of fruit you with a collar and a black suit now all the pope's horses and all the pope's men can't put you back together again dressed to impress underneath a mess place in the country for you to have your rest where you and the children can coalesce after their souls you prepossess with great finesse you relieve your stress and like zombies the kids they all regress and then they learn how to repress as they acquiesce their sins to profess