Gazillions Of Miniature Violins by The Crimea Lyrics

On the street where I was born
By the acorn tree, where we first made love
Legs akimbo, sunny side up
I remember you buttercup
Another murder mystery
Rocked the neighborhood
Rocked the neighborhood
The Texas chainsaw massacre
Don't compare to my disaster
All goes strangely quiet
Gazillions of miniature violins
Breaking the silence
All aboard the sinking ship
You sail the thing I'll crack the whip
Let's have ourselves a scary trip
All aboard the sinking ship
On the street where I was born
In the alleyway where I saw the truth
All the whores in Liverpool
Couldn't light a candle to you
Life goes on
Don't fight it
Know how it feels like
To cause mini earthquakes
Take pleasure in the pain
Don't forget to go insane
On the stroke of twelve