the radical Left who, walking in the footsteps of the coming Antichrist
I’m caught up between the Devil and a hard place,
Between the fire and the deep blue Sea,
Between a rock and a frying pan,
What a terrible place to be!
‘cause I kicked two birds with one bucket,
Bit off more bullets than I could chew,
I burned my bridges on both ends
And that’s a pretty dumb thing to do.
And now I’ve got a snowball’s chance in a handcard
- I hope you let me explain -
I’m standing on the precipice
Of a runaway train.
I was blowing my own hot and cold trumpet,
’cause it’s a different kettle of ball games
When you’re standing on the precipice
Of a runaway train.
Now I’m hoist by my own line and sinker
Since I’ve opened up a whole bag of cats,
I put my nose out of joint on a grindstone
(I don’t know why I did that)
You were a wolf at the door in sheep’s closing,
You are my Achilles’ ace in the heel,
Don’t wanna make a mountain out of Mohammed,
But that’s just the way that I feel.
And now I’ve got a snowball’s chance in a handcard
- it’s all in a different vein -
I’m standing on the precipice
Of a runaway train.
I took the bull by the chinashop
- I won’t do that again -
Now I’m standing on the precipice
Of a runaway train.
- Mitch Benn, Devil and a Hard Place