Atticus Pride

Atticus Pride sat on a shelf With amongst other shit Was a government health warning, To all those that pass Atticus Pride talks out of his ass He lives in the future He has a time machine It's run out of gas now he's stuck in 1918 The whistle blew yet no one knew What was to come in our fight with the hun As he stood taking in the view The elongated sloth fell right into The enemy bunker inside his shoe Motion slowed,time flowed blasts echoed Still no one had a clue Motion slowed,time flowed blasts echoed he came to save me and you As the mushroom grew Atticus flew Out from the soil,with blood on the boil he's about to foil The advance from within the farms of olive oil oh my woman she cries From the skies he cut his ties,oh my woman she cries The ties fell,they had no smell,no taste,no sound at all Dropping on the troops stood on the ground All around the butterflies they make a muffled sound Bellies rumbled no one frowned they danced around Souls jumped in and soul out and stamped on the saints name's Upon every single one of London's doors He lives in the future and He has a time machine It's run out of gas in 1918