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You stand at twenty inches in your stockinged feet
People pick you up and say that you are sweet
Youâll never beat the shit out of another man
Youâll never reach the top shelf they donât understand
No one ever fears you, you are just a joke
Someone they can laugh at, fun at which to poke
Youâd like to pull a gun out blow them all away
Stop them looking down on you, wipe their smiles away
After you have shot them stamped on all their heads
You can look down on them now they are all dead
Now you hold the power now you are big
With them all dead now you can live
Midget manâ¦
All of your children theyâll be small as well
They will all look up to you and you will feel swell
You will be a big man, be a macho king
And when you die everyone will sing
Midget manâ¦
- Álbum:
- Cold Night In Soho
- Either Or
- Miscellaneous
- Plague Songs
- Live in Soho
- The Story of Franz Biberkopf
- Rime of the Ancient Mariner
- Here I Am Human!
- Here I am Human
- Farmyard Filth
- Low Life Lullabies
- Spit Bucket
- Ad Nauseam
- Circus Songs
- Bad Blood and Blasphemy
- Births, Marriages & Deaths
- Shockheaded Peter: A Junk Opera
- Two Penny Opera
- The Sea
- Torture Garden