Lyrics

Hypnotised children your eyes are like saucers
Caught in the headlamps of a decaying world
Breathe it our slowly the dream is so lifelike
Preach what you practise as your darkness unfurls?

You know your God is a real pain in the ass
As He toys with you constantly constantly
Where can He, She, It, we be?
Without each other ? Mother, why do you hate me so
Beautifully
Without each other ? Mother, why do you hate me so
Tenderly

?We are the lost ones again?

I was invited to dance with the King
In the chancellery garden as the Russians rolled in
And Churchill was swaying with a bottle of gin
Bombs away
Truman, Little Boy, Enola Gay

I?m a flaming fag burning in a house unattended
In the lips of a child whose heart never mended
Don?t bother him man
He will find his way home in good time

I was excited about being
In the transference countdown twilight?s last gleaming
Hail suffer the children they drown in this thing
Bombs away ? truth is the bitterest play

I?m a flaming fag burning in a house unattended
In the lips of a child whose heart never mended
Don?t bother him man
He will find his way home in good time

Don?t bother him man he will find his way home in good time
Don?t bother him man he will find his way home