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Interrogation at the Womb Door<\/strong><\/p>\n (with a nod to Ted Hughes)<\/em><\/p>\n Who goes there?\u00a0 Body and Soul<\/em>. We\u2019re sending that equipment to the Centre of Research There\u2019s a man with a scalpel and he\u2019s hungry for love: Hurry along now; there\u2019s plenty of room; Who goes there?\u00a0 Body and Soul<\/em>. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nAnything else to declare?
\nBefore you pass through the eye of the needle,
\nYou can leave them in our tender care.<\/p>\n
\nTo see just how your lifelines scan.
\nIf the parish priest can\u2019t use your soul,
\nWe know a lot of guys who can.<\/p>\n
\nHe\u2019s heard your heart is full;
\nAnd your brains are on the menu in the restaurant above,
\nWhere they serve them up with fine electric wool.<\/p>\n
\nWe\u2019re taking you all for a ride.
\nWe\u2019ll sign your birth certificate then show you to your tomb
\nWhen we get you on the other side.<\/p>\n
\nAnything else to declare?
\nWell, we want you travelling light through our legislated midnight
\nAnd it looks just like you\u2019re hiding something there.<\/p>\n