Fatima Mansions Something Bad
I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this.. The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyes She laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astride Her double-jointed hips now do their tricks and you can hear his plaintive yells from the plane-crash craters in the Scottish hill to the burning oil wells C Something bad is giving birth to a thing which won't melt to your touch Something bad is giving birth to something worse and it's going to hurt His Reebok shoes let in the rain and he coughs into the dawn at he searches for space on the synagogue wall to draw swastikas on Job descriptions change on the firing range / All generals are friends So it's down to the dole with the molotovs / It's problem time again--C You built the metal birds who shrink the skies and bring your waitress from the other side of a world All these birds bringing death You find all of our good, there's only death left Big black hawk swinging low over the rat-run streets of the English ghetto Clean spirit of the island, home at last / Come on, come on, come on -- crash! One man felt ashamed running guns and cocaine for his short-term gain, so every one of us must pay In his New World Order, you can have some nerve gas with your air Thanks to the CIA pussy in the President's chair! Something bad is giving birth / See, in the sky its belly bursts! Something bad is giving birth / and calls for wounds to slake its thirst Something bad is giving birth / No more decay, no more dirt Something bad is giving birth / In therefore's name it stalks the earth Do you feel you can deal? Can you f..ck!
