I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks
In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks*
Who threw some change on the Asian counter
And asked polite if that covered two lagers
A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept.
They haven't had an idea in two years
Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet
Say have you ever have a chance to meet
Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits?
Who is the King Shag Corpse?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
The young blackies get screwed up the worst
They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss
In the English system they implicitly trust
See the A&R civil servants
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
You're getting' way off track
All this stealin', cheatin', lyin', all the little babies cryin'
Well I'll tell ya I can't take anymore
Cause I died for your sins so long ago
It seems you forget with every day that rolls
I'm gonna stop it all right now
Before it gets way out of control
Chorus:
Everybody's gonna stand in line
When it comes to judgement time
Pick the side of the fence that you're on
When he comes to carry you home
Now if you wanna kill and die for your God
That's your prerogative, but I'll tell you that you're wrong
I think God - He's an understanding man
But I don't think that's part of his plan
Cause he wants us all to live in harmony
Take care of one another when we need
So if you want to rant and rave, murder and corrupt
Stay away from the ones that I love
I'm not pointin' fingers, don't get me wrong
Cause I drink and smoke and cuss
And carry on
This is my opinion and it's all that it is
To let you know that my devotion is his
I'll admit that I'm not a Saint
I know what I can - I know what I can't do
I can't judge your right from your wrong
You are you and I am my own
I don't read the Bible everyday
I can't understand most of it anyway
But I know where I'll go when my number is shown
(Repeat Chorus)