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Cure, The Pornography One Hundred Years It doesn't matter if we all die It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do In a high building there is so much to do Going home time Going home time A story on the radio A story on the radio Something small falls out of your mouth Something small falls out of your mouth And we laugh And we laugh A prayer for something better A prayer for something better A prayer A prayer For something better For something better Please love me Please love me Meet my mother Meet my mother But the fear takes hold But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Waiting for the death blow Fighting for freedom on the television Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Fighting for freedom on the television Have we got everything? Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs She struggles to get away Have we got everything? She struggles to get away . . . The pain And the creeping feeling The pain A little black haired girl And the creeping feeling Waiting for saturday A little black haired girl The death of her father pushing her Waiting for saturday Pushing her white face into the mirror The death of her father pushing her Aching inside me Pushing her white face into the mirror And turn me around Aching inside me Just like the old days And turn me round Just like the old days Just like the old days Just like the old days Caressing an old man Just like the old days And painting a lifeless face Just like the old days Just a piece of new meat in a clean room The soldiers close in under a yellow moon Caressing an old man All shadows and deliverance And painting a lifeless face Under a black flag Just a piece of new meat in a clean room A hundred years of blood The soldiers close in under a yellow moon Crimson All shadows and deliverance The ribbon tightens round my throat Under a black flag I open my mouth A hundred years of blood And my head bursts open Crimson A sound like tiger trashing in the water The ribbon tightens round my throat Trashing in the water I open my mouth Over and over And my head bursts open We die after the other after the other A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water Thrashing in the water It feels like a hundred years Over and over One hundred years.... We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other It feels like a hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years One hundred years |
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