the smallest country

getting smaller, smaller, smaller,
the smallest village in the country
the smallest country in the world

the smallest world in your handbook
on enemy lines take your time baby
getting smaller, smaller, smaller,

that idea of getting smaller, smaller,
smaller, smaller, smaller,
smaller, smaller still, and disappear

getting smaller, smaller, smaller,
what happened to a snail on April 17 1967
what happened to a milkman any such date

what happened to a couple of islands north of iceland
getting smaller, smaller, smaller,
smaller, smaller still, and disappear

what happened to the female pope who drank herself to death
what happened to the viewpoint without a brain to get to it
and what happened to what is left of all of that

getting smaller, smaller, smaller,
the people that disappeared
all the people that disappeared

getting smaller, smaller, smaller,
all those words that disappeared
and the people with it and the world it took

what happened to the book that disappeared
what happened to the female pope
getting smaller, smaller, smaller,

the tasmanian population is small
smaller i am or what is left of it
the smallest country in the whole wide world

all the people that disappeared and so many words with it
the disappearance itself shrank
that oblivious thing of the thing forgotten

faraway stars appear to be relatives
and disappear
America ain't worth the trouble it's no longer what it is

a headache good for nothing,
the disappearance of knowledge on recent facts
getting smaller, smaller, smaller

the eternal sound of summernight and lust
and as often as it happens laughter ha ha ha
until the end of all and everything