27 Questions

27 Questions - black midi

Lyrics by：Geordie Greep

Composed by：Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson

When lost in the wild rain there is nothing you can do

When lost in city rain there is something you can do

Take a refuge wherever's marked admission free

As we did one night back in late 43

I'd never seen the man on the poster before

But my friend said he was a big star before the war

The boy by the door louder than a bomb

All the way down the street you heard his song

Roll up roll up tonight is the night

Freddy Fürst's gives his last will live on stage

Roll up roll up for the show of a lifetime

Doors open at quarter to late

Satin upholstery that was once brilliant

We picked it's loose stuffing and looked around

There were duchesses and dukes and beggars and pimps

All sat side-by-side to watch his last grasp at life

The grand centrepiece was a gold-green sarcophagus

Flanked either side by oil paint pictures of the man

First of all a film tried to explain his lifelong dream

Afterward music started and a young girl ran on with operatic screams

Two hours went by and his sixty-five daughters

Who told through opera of his life's importance

They sang of his exploits all over the earth

His likes and his dislikes his undoubtable worth

And after a last crescendo where they all cried as one

They harkened quickly off but the music played on

From within the sarcophagus rose a spot-lit withered hand

Mister Fürst emerged and to the racing beat he danced

With the vital energy of a newborn chimp

He spun and he spun and he spun and he

Spun and spun

Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means thin

He soon became dizzy and regained his composure

And start to sing

Thank you for listening I won't be too long

Just twenty-seven questions to finish this song

Does there exist a marriage that can survive castration

A future where a man can go a year without hydration

Is grass ever greener

Is the will really free

Is it only black you see when you join the deceased

Will I forever be a mediocrity

A hideous glut with trembling knees

In death will I see the girls of daydreams

Intangibly dressed invisibly seamed

Will the sun burn out

Will my corpse grow a beard

Will my house be kept and my sperm be reared

Will I shatter the big time posthumous pace

Will I find a home or go to waste

In heaven do the morals of the Earth still stand

Or can I bridge the gaps betwixt beast and man

Is there such a thing as a universal truth

And a lost secret to eternal youth

Do nuns fornicate and do the scientists pray

Is a sin committed every moment of every day

That's not quite 27 but my chest feels awful tight

So thank you for listening

Good night good night good night

Freddy Fürst blew up to the size of a hot air balloon

Red as all hellfire and loud a satan's siren

And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose

But we all just laughed at the sad old oaf

And laughed all the way home