Black midi - Welcome to Hell lyrics
[Black midi - Welcome to Hell lyrics]
Listen!
The sweet peals of
Moonlight-induced lovemaking
On the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes
Are ready to strike up the night alight
So don't tell me of your troubles
Your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love, unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms, the green tables
The souvenirs
Make memories; haunting or fabled
The gallant mist of red blooded
Chivalry instilled in basic training
By standing in line today
You secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters, you are the world
The painless plainness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night
If not for you it
Would've been cholera, malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it, son, a slap is all you need
We did it all, we seen it
All, and worse much worse
Son
The massacres of ages, too many to recall
Limbs rendered birds
By the speed they flew off
A soup nothingness that once
Was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead
The untameable
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Uh
Shivering fuck, don't stain this street
Lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for men like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which
Corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own
We don't need men like you
Tonight you decide which
Corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own
We don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged!
The sweet peals of
Moonlight-induced lovemaking
On the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes
Are ready to strike up the night alight
So don't tell me of your troubles
Your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love, unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms, the green tables
The souvenirs
Make memories; haunting or fabled
The gallant mist of red blooded
Chivalry instilled in basic training
By standing in line today
You secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters, you are the world
The painless plainness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night
If not for you it
Would've been cholera, malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it, son, a slap is all you need
We did it all, we seen it
All, and worse much worse
Son
The massacres of ages, too many to recall
Limbs rendered birds
By the speed they flew off
A soup nothingness that once
Was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead
The untameable
Related Songs
Uh
Shivering fuck, don't stain this street
Lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for men like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which
Corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own
We don't need men like you
Tonight you decide which
Corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own
We don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged!