The Fatima Mansions - A Pack Of Lies lyrics
[The Fatima Mansions - A Pack Of Lies lyrics]
They first met at the hospital
She was checking out for good
Her body patched but past repair
And there her angel stood
She was feeling quite confused now that
Her death was close at hand
She had to face eternity
So why not this mumbling man?
Who bought himself a wedding suit
At a local warrant sale
It belonged to some old turkish man
Who'd owed and gone to jail
He would caox her mind with talk of
Love to make her body kind
Because people hate the truth
You know they need their pack of lies
Growing tired of being foreign
Being spat on and shortchanged
He demanded that she leave with him for
The land from whence he came
They were herded on like cattle to
A ferry at high tide
This unkempt, aging orphan and his helpless
Dying bride but he left her at the other
Shore crying on the deck
She was slumped against the rail as he
Had struck to free his neck
And the customs shed was empty as
He made his way inside
There were no chimpanzees in uniform to
Hear his pack of lies
Now she's ascending into heaven with
Contentment on her face
And holy god is there to greet
And batter her into her place
But meanwhile back on earth
We see the prodigal's returned
And they're making him the chieftain and
They've come to him to learn
How the neighbours in he rich land
Better steal and kill and lie
And when they ask who calls the weaklings
There he just shrugs and says, "not i!"
Though surrounded by diseases
I stood tall and kept my health
I could have been important if
I'd been somebody else
The moral of this story is:
This land's a victim-farm
Don't you ever feed a beggar here
He'll eat your fucking arm
And don't blaspheme the strong ones if
You want to stay alive
Now smile and give them thanks when they say
"here's a pack of lies!"
She was checking out for good
Her body patched but past repair
And there her angel stood
She was feeling quite confused now that
Her death was close at hand
She had to face eternity
So why not this mumbling man?
Who bought himself a wedding suit
At a local warrant sale
It belonged to some old turkish man
Who'd owed and gone to jail
He would caox her mind with talk of
Love to make her body kind
Because people hate the truth
You know they need their pack of lies
Growing tired of being foreign
Being spat on and shortchanged
He demanded that she leave with him for
The land from whence he came
They were herded on like cattle to
A ferry at high tide
This unkempt, aging orphan and his helpless
Dying bride but he left her at the other
Shore crying on the deck
She was slumped against the rail as he
Had struck to free his neck
And the customs shed was empty as
He made his way inside
There were no chimpanzees in uniform to
Hear his pack of lies
Now she's ascending into heaven with
Contentment on her face
And holy god is there to greet
And batter her into her place
But meanwhile back on earth
We see the prodigal's returned
And they're making him the chieftain and
They've come to him to learn
How the neighbours in he rich land
Better steal and kill and lie
And when they ask who calls the weaklings
There he just shrugs and says, "not i!"
Though surrounded by diseases
I stood tall and kept my health
I could have been important if
I'd been somebody else
The moral of this story is:
This land's a victim-farm
Don't you ever feed a beggar here
He'll eat your fucking arm
And don't blaspheme the strong ones if
You want to stay alive
Now smile and give them thanks when they say
"here's a pack of lies!"