Cop Shoot Cop Furnace
10.000 miles away from home Will someone tell me where the hell I am Tied in knots of skin and bone And looking for an exit door again I swear I've seen this before Looking sideways out of a dream Some here, some gone And now somwhere inbetween Strangulate my memory But there ain't much I'm able to recall These faded yellow photographs Splintered and scattered on the floor Well there once was a right and a wrong And there once was an easy way out But the lines that were drawn Have dissolved in a furnace of sound, of sound ... The grinding teeth and flapping jaws Of cold and bloodless faces in the crowd Now coming on as white as noise You double forward into here and now And we'll get to know our guts If we have to tear them out And then pound our fists into bloody pulps on the ground We'll pound our fists on the ground In suspended animation Neither live nor dead Every day you come up with the money Living in limbo ain't cheap
