BANQUET
A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I can give you life, I can take it away
A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I'm working it out
Why’d you feel so underrated?
Why'd you feel so negated?
Turning away from the light
Becoming adult
Turning into my soul
I wanted to bite not destroy
To feel her underneath
Turning into the light
She don't think straight
Not, not, not
She don't think straight
She's got such a dirty mind
And it never ever stops
And you don't taste like her
And you never ever will
And we don't read the papers
We don't read the news
Heaven's never enough
We will never be fooled
Turning away from the light
Becoming adult
Turning into my soul
I wanted to bite not destroy
To feel her underneath
Turning into the light
And if you feel a little left behind
We will wait you on the other side
And if you feel a little left behind
We will wait you on the other side
'Cause I'm on fire
'Cause you know
I'm on fire when you come
'Cause you know
I'm on fire
'Cause you know
I'm on fire so stub me out
'Cause I'm on fire
'Cause I'm on fire
'Cause I'm on fire
'Cause I'm on fire
STAYING FAT
I rely on
(Bitter cold)
I depend on
(Arctic snow)
A pair of trainers
(I've got mine)
Could make a God of the two of us
(I want yours)
I exist on
(Apropos)
I insist on
(Arctic snow)
A change of clothing
(Will fill the void)
Could lift us into fidelity
(Will suck you in)
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
(The walls are coming in again)
The streets grid alone from the door
(You gotta spin the fucking dread or...)
I rely on
(Bitter cold)
I depend on
(Arctic snow)
The manmade fibres
(I've got mine)
That are the stuff of my birthright
(I want yours)
I decide on
(Apropos)
I retreat from
(Arctic snow)
The dregs of discourse
(Will fill the void)
For a new world order
(Will suck you in)
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
(The walls are coming in again)
The streets grid alone from the door
(You gotta spin the fucking dread or...)
In a pile of days between no oceans
(All the kids are rioting)
There's no art in a broken head
(All the kids are staying fat)
And I'm air-kissing
Back-slapping
Check the body for valuables
It's called progress
Come on pilgrim
Sing to the pyres
The time has come
It's called progress
If they want to kill themselves
We're gonna buy them the gowns
It's called progress
Progress
Progress
Progress
Progress
SHE'S HEARING VOICES
Hey, hey, hey, hey
She's hearing voices, call her
She's hearing voices, warn her
She just can't sleep in her bed
She just can't sleep
She's falling down the stairs
She's tearing out her hair
She's screaming my name
In the night
To keep her warm
She got a
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Milk of amnesia
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Come on in
I know that you want it
Was it nothing
Nothing to write home about?
Did the earth
Did the earth not move?
She got a
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
She got a
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Red pill, blue pill
Milk of amnesia
She's scared of the blacks
And she's scared of the Jews
She is walking around
She is yesterday's news
And she calls out my name
In the dead of the night
She is leaving my room
She is crying on her side
Walking on eggshells
Walking on glass
Burnt by the mirror
Burnt by the light
Feeling rejection
I'll burn down your house
Tearing down posters
I was never, never alive
THE MARSHALS ARE DEAD
Attention
Unbelievers
Fashion victims
Opportunists
Blood sport
Cop killer
Don't trust art
Don't trust culture
Cancel
Your thoughts out forever
(Forever)
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
(Forever)
Passing
From history that's made from arrangements
(Forever)
Of tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
(Forever)
A curse on
Your houses
Rivers run
With your sons' blood
No case for
Extenuation
All the marshals are dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Cancel
Your thoughts out forever
(Forever)
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
(Forever)
Passing
From history that's made from arrangements
(Forever)
Of tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
(Forever)
Spring breaks
In ranks and in boulevards
A country that makes us
But cannot contain us
THE ANSWER
Feeding the five thousand
Was not done with prayers alone
It takes blood and guts
And it takes devotion
So tired of standing up
And so tired of drawing breath
It's your turn to take the map
And it's your turn to drop the soap
We got
Pretty pretty boys
Sucking on a cola
Money to burn
Money to burn
Money to burn
We got rules to protect us
Isaac and Ishmael
The magazine says it's okay
Life as a billboard
If you are the answer
We are going straight to hell
Grown in a parental fugue
(Did I know?)
(Did I know?)
(Did I know?)
(Did I know?)
Weight loss in self-respect
(Tell me things)
(Tell me things)
(Tell me things)
(Tell me things)
Bomb
Bomb
Bomb us back together
(Tell me facts)
(Tell me facts)
(Tell me facts)
(Tell me facts)
A new way into a lost answer
(We found you)
(We...)
You could talk a little less
And you could talk a little less
And you could talk a little less
And you could talk a little less
Feeding the five thousand
Was not done with prayers alone
It takes blood and guts
And it takes devotion
So tired of standing up
And so tired of drawing breath
It's your turn to take the map
And it's your turn to drop the soap
Grown in a parental fugue
Weight loss in self-respect
Bomb
Bomb
Bomb us back together
A new way into a lost answer