Hymn 2000 – Elton JohnBy She chose the soft centerAnd took it to bed with her motherAnd the ideal confusionWas just an illusionTo gain further news of her brotherAnd the comfort of motherWas just an appeal for protectionFor the cat from next doorWas found later at fourIn surgical dissectionAnd I don’t want to beThe son of any freakWho for a chocolate centerCan take you off the streetFor soon they’ll plough the desertAnd God knows where I’ll beCollecting submarine numbersOn the main street of the seaThe Vicar is thickerAnd I just can’t see through to himFor his cardinal singsA collection of hymnsAnd a collection of coins is made afterAnd who wrote the BibleWas it Judas or PilateWell one cleans his handsWhile the other one hangsBut still I continue to stand www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20