The Legendary Pink Dots - Phallus Dei lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Phallus Dei lyrics]
Pulses pounding
Lungs collapse in sheets of sewer
Breath firing sweat stains steam saliva
Seeds of
Sudden death seeping through the ventilator
Up the
Fire escape in a line, spirit's whisper
"Season's right for rape"
(I will think of England, of trees
In summertime of leafy lanes
Of daisy chains, of Grandad's rhubarb
Wine) Run Christina, hide Christina
Sneak inside this shoe a pair
Of rancid rotten hands are
Wringing just for you but android
Armies armed with H-bombs
Couldn't save you now best to
Just lie back and wait
And contemplate your vow
(I will think of England, preparing for
This trial i'll raise my veil, i'll
Bite my nails, I'll grimace when he
Smiles) Shrivel up, shimmer
Sliding, shooting
Sinking to the ground seedy 3D Polaroids can
Twist it round and round it twined
Entwined in twilight tango turning in the
Fire pressing, pushing past the limit
Expand and then expire
(I will think of England, of trees
In summertime of leafy lanes, of
Daisy chains, of Grandad's rhubarb wine)
Peter puked, tore a curtain, dipped his eyes
And cried pilate pondered on his pipe
Politely turned aside and at the door
Stood John the Baptist, head beneath one
Arm spitting oaths, splitting fingers
Sounding the alarm
Lungs collapse in sheets of sewer
Breath firing sweat stains steam saliva
Seeds of
Sudden death seeping through the ventilator
Up the
Fire escape in a line, spirit's whisper
"Season's right for rape"
(I will think of England, of trees
In summertime of leafy lanes
Of daisy chains, of Grandad's rhubarb
Wine) Run Christina, hide Christina
Sneak inside this shoe a pair
Of rancid rotten hands are
Wringing just for you but android
Armies armed with H-bombs
Couldn't save you now best to
Just lie back and wait
And contemplate your vow
(I will think of England, preparing for
This trial i'll raise my veil, i'll
Bite my nails, I'll grimace when he
Smiles) Shrivel up, shimmer
Sliding, shooting
Sinking to the ground seedy 3D Polaroids can
Twist it round and round it twined
Entwined in twilight tango turning in the
Fire pressing, pushing past the limit
Expand and then expire
(I will think of England, of trees
In summertime of leafy lanes, of
Daisy chains, of Grandad's rhubarb wine)
Peter puked, tore a curtain, dipped his eyes
And cried pilate pondered on his pipe
Politely turned aside and at the door
Stood John the Baptist, head beneath one
Arm spitting oaths, splitting fingers
Sounding the alarm