The Fatima Mansions - Something Bad lyrics
[The Fatima Mansions - Something Bad lyrics]
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
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
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
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 it's belly bursts!
Something bad is giving birth
And calls for wounds to slake it's 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 fuck!
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
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
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
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 it's belly bursts!
Something bad is giving birth
And calls for wounds to slake it's 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 fuck!