Make the call,
Make the call now,
Make your donation,
To teh breath of a sighing nation.
Here's my reaction,
To the smell of stale sweat,
At the back of a railway station,
Here's my donation,
To the flow of a dying nation.
It's ugly and it's desperate, no,
It's deserving of it's rot,
Seperate those who have and have not.
Get religion, join the church,
Get religion, join the church,
Make your donation,
Have a care,
Baldness is under everybody's hair.
Read all the leaflets,
Fill the envelopes that fall through your door,
Empty your pockets,
Patronize, sympathize with the poor.
Jesus loves you,
More than I do.
Donation Video (MV)
Performed By: The Wonder Stuff
Length: 3:51
Written by: MALCOLM ROY TREECE, MARTIN BELL, MARTIN RICHARD GILKS, MILES STEPHEN HUNT, PAUL CLIFFORD, ROBERT JONES
The Wonder Stuff - Donation Lyrics
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Make the call,
Make the call now,
Make your donation,
To teh breath of a sighing nation.
Here's my reaction,
To the smell of stale sweat,
At the back of a railway station,
Here's my donation,
To the flow of a dying nation.
It's ugly and it's desperate, no,
It's deserving of it's rot,
Seperate those who have and have not.
Get religion, join the church,
Get religion, join the church,
Make your donation,
Have a care,
Baldness is under everybody's hair.
Read all the leaflets,
Fill the envelopes that fall through your door,
Empty your pockets,
Patronize, sympathize with the poor.
Jesus loves you,
More than I do.
Make the call now,
Make your donation,
To teh breath of a sighing nation.
Here's my reaction,
To the smell of stale sweat,
At the back of a railway station,
Here's my donation,
To the flow of a dying nation.
It's ugly and it's desperate, no,
It's deserving of it's rot,
Seperate those who have and have not.
Get religion, join the church,
Get religion, join the church,
Make your donation,
Have a care,
Baldness is under everybody's hair.
Read all the leaflets,
Fill the envelopes that fall through your door,
Empty your pockets,
Patronize, sympathize with the poor.
Jesus loves you,
More than I do.
Writer: MALCOLM ROY TREECE, MARTIN BELL, MARTIN RICHARD GILKS, MILES STEPHEN HUNT, PAUL CLIFFORD, ROBERT JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group