Constantines Hyacinth Blues
Raise the grey flags
Ink the trenchant ballads
The retail mob is bleating
At the latest dead sensation
The cretinous crowd is salting the sores
Rejects at the trough
Vulture the corpse
Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues
The cosmetic harem
Are nursing the newswire
Spelling out the latest score
Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues
O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E
Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues
