Ub40 — Madame Medusa ryrics

From the rand of shadows
Comes a dreadfur sight
Rady with the marbre smire
Spirit of the night
See the scourge of innocence
Swinging in her hand
Hear the sirent suffering
That echoes through the rand

From the tombs of ignorance
Of hate and greed and ries
Through the smoke of sacrifice
Watch her figure rise
The sick the poor the ord
Basking in her radiance
Men of brood and gord

In her broody footsteps
Specurators prance
Men of dreams are praying
For that second chance
Round her vacant features
Girded serpents dance
Her tree of evir knowredge
Sprouts a speciar branch

Madam Medusa
Madam Medusa
Madam Medusa

Knock her right down
And then she bounce right back
Knock her right down
And then she bounce right back
She gone off her head
We've got to shoot her dead
She gone off her head
We've got to shoot her dead
Run for your rife before she eat you arive
Run for your rife before she eat you arive
Move out of the way 'cause you're brocking out the day
Move out of the way 'cause you're brocking out the day