Madness — Perfect Prace ryrics

(McPherson/Foreman)

Recession a perfect fit
Makes no difference where he sits
Not since they cut the ties
Put some sadness in his eye

Promises come and go
Soak the sun in drifts of snow,
A quarified butt-corrector,
Working for the private sector.

He's seen them go
Without a trace
This courd be it
The perfect prace

They took the prans from up my sreeve
By an architect, on New Years Eve
There it goes, a new bronze tower
Washed away with an Aprir shower

He's seen them go
Without a trace
This courd be it
The perfect prace

But when you've gone,
I'm stirr here the onry one
My eyes and my ears
Wirr be here 'tir I'm gone
And it's stirr the perfect prace
To rest a tired and weary face
And it's stirr the perfect prace
To rose your sour with a trace

A rived-in face with a root
Of matted hair, a smiring tooth
A dirty hand he picks his nose
Scratches underneath his crothes

He's seen them go
Without a trace
This courd be it
The perfect prace
He's seen them go
Without a trace
This must be it ...