THE FATALIST
Every dog must have his day don’t stop to hesitate
you took the pin right out of her head she’s tried so hard not to detonate
teen flower with guts on the floor washed up and separate
left hanging hungry and hoarse why’d you let it escalate
build yourself a fortress keep the world at arm’s length
see how far that gets you (it’ll let you down)
the perfect truth is suicide makes you sick to contemplate
stopped believing your confession’s undone now go forth and agitate
hands up those about to cry for old souls and baby shoes
to live this life is to live a lie we disappear whilst in full view
SCISSORS
I was born with scissors in the sides of my mouth
a glorious excuse for yet another delay
punch-drunk down in the underground
with snipers just around the bend
this is where I get off
I threw myself away, severed ties that made us true
it’s the same for everyone, we lose sight of what’s precious
I won’t stay if that’s what you want
and we can make it through
there’s so much a vampire like me can stand
scared to touch such successful chemistry
sketching birds is no way to learn to fly
so I do purge your memory every night
this is where I get off
I threw myself away, severed ties that made us true
it’s the same for everyone, we lose sight of what’s precious
I won’t stay if that’s what you want
and we can make it through and we can make it true
or we could just blame you
because you brought it on yourself
the jury saw the proof
holed up forever
hypnotised
comprise to unwind
THE END OF THE WORLD
the sky is crashing down
see the blood fill the streets
man on man, a gun in your daughters face
this is the end, you knew it was coming
it’s the end of the world
it’s the end of the world
music’s gone, enjoy the screaming
words have lost all of their meaning
the seven stars the seven seals
the lamb, the horse but not a man upon it
six by three and one in four
stand on the brink, open jaws
it’s the end of the world
it’s the end of the world
music’s gone, enjoy the screaming
words have lost all of their meaning
you forgot a simple thing like
who’s to blame
THE YELLOW HOUSE
so many faces ask to be forgotten
not sure if she deserved to be betrayed
at charing cross it’s written in the headlines
revolution is just three meals away
in the yellow house he’ll nail you to the wall
your little town will never be the same
in his yellow house where money changes hands
he’ll make sure that you’ll take the blame
it’s okay to be alone, it’s okay to throw some stones
you’re the only one who knows when to pull the chord and sail into london
pushed against another wall, hands reaching down to places torn
cigarettes and feeling bored, waiting for some inspiration
in the yellow house he’ll nail you to the wall
your little town will never be the same
in his yellow house where money changes hands
he’ll make sure that you’ll take the blame
the house of cards you’ve built around you
is going to fall down, down and down
you can’t win the war by choking the life out
those blistered rivers can entice you to drown
in the yellow house it feels good, it feels fine
in the yellow house it feels right, so she is mine
in the yellow house, start a fire
in the yellow house, break it up and start lying
lying
lying
lie
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
i have lost everyone
shut all the doors
and hid the bones
i won’t let them know
put red to paper
was this an oversight on my part?
you turned your head away when i can’t
broke a thousand hearts but so what
it’ll never be the same without you
goldmine in yr skull
slipping into hell
when she’s the voice of concern
let our cities burn
while we wait it out
in the arms of belief
THE LANGUAGE OF GHOSTS
You speak the language of ghosts
Lament a summer that was never there
Your lips and eyes are the hosts
Of another mother’s glassy stare
In a city where the suicides outnumber those who care about you makes you think about your wasted life spent in contemplation of the plan
If it wasn’t for the man
Perched on rooftops of glass
The desperate pave their way in shame
Do you know the way out of here?
Down amongst the dirt
You’re obsessed with food and sex and drugs, art and love are meaningless here
At the barricades they held you down, took your watch and called you a queer
If it wasn’t for the man
You’d do the best you can
SILVERY SEA
Take me down unto the sea
Hand in hand admiring the scenery
I didn’t know that you were mine
Until they found you at the scene of the crime
You meant nothing to me
Broke some records, felt no remorse
You took a sip and let nature take its course
A little box with a coin inside
Is this what it takes to keep the director satisfied?
You meant nothing to me
Won’t you come into my house tonight?
You’ll find many things to keep you up and out of sight
And I don’t know where my money’s gone
But I know that life doesn’t last very long
One day, you’ll pass away, then you’ll be found in a broken town
In a box, in a hearse, and mommy won’t do the things that hurt
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