The Legendary Pink Dots - Stoned Obituary lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Stoned Obituary lyrics]
Lightning cracked a crooked cross across the
Sky above the cross where he'd
Been hanging for a day
(he was stoned again) The
Breeze grew ice threw
Knives blew halos hallowed
Cinders flew together made a cushion for his
Feet there were spikes in his sandals
Spikes in his ankles a spike split the wood
Syringed his vertabrae spikes in his
Shins in his chin in
His fingers amused apparitions hummed the
Marsollaise we had to look
Away, he seemed so fragile we tried to
Offer him a cigarette but it was
Futile no way through the guards
Screamed "Front!", drew guns, splashed
Acid so we retreated to the shadows squated
Low and said a prayer Cameras
Clicked out of sight there are fights
There were fanfares fireworks
Flashed across the cenotaph kiddies
Played in the pit's, spitting crisps
Licking icecreams a spiv threw an auction
For his autograph i never
Thought it would finish quite this way no
Resistance not a word to say but
Maybe we'll meet in heaven we can talk
About those good old days i believe
(at least I WANT to believe)
The angels landed cleared their throats
And chorused "Crown Him!" They
Poured a potion on his hair it nearly
Drowned him then they called a
Minute's silence they called the clowns in
And a cripple touched his foot
And did a cartwheel down the hill
Turning once for his wisdom, twice for
The pearl moon a third as the thief
Cried "It's judgement day" He rolled
His eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in
The dirt applause ripped the
Heavens and blew the clouds away the
Laughter died as schoolgirls passed
Around the tissues pretty patterns while a
Message said "We'll miss you
Bless you bless your eyes" And the bell
Rang twice and we fell as his
Lips moved we stared in stoney silence
As the news guy scribbled furiously
Down his final words: "I made mistakes i've
Been a fool i tried hard byt
Never thought that what started so well could
End in misery but my motives
Were good i thought you all understood just
Don't be hard when this day
Is cloaked in history you mistrusted me?
" And he died with his eyes
On ash for ashes dust for dust a lust
For dust a must for dust die with
Your eyes on
Nomini magnus spiritus sancti filia
Sky above the cross where he'd
Been hanging for a day
(he was stoned again) The
Breeze grew ice threw
Knives blew halos hallowed
Cinders flew together made a cushion for his
Feet there were spikes in his sandals
Spikes in his ankles a spike split the wood
Syringed his vertabrae spikes in his
Shins in his chin in
His fingers amused apparitions hummed the
Marsollaise we had to look
Away, he seemed so fragile we tried to
Offer him a cigarette but it was
Futile no way through the guards
Screamed "Front!", drew guns, splashed
Acid so we retreated to the shadows squated
Low and said a prayer Cameras
Clicked out of sight there are fights
There were fanfares fireworks
Flashed across the cenotaph kiddies
Played in the pit's, spitting crisps
Licking icecreams a spiv threw an auction
For his autograph i never
Thought it would finish quite this way no
Resistance not a word to say but
Maybe we'll meet in heaven we can talk
About those good old days i believe
(at least I WANT to believe)
The angels landed cleared their throats
And chorused "Crown Him!" They
Poured a potion on his hair it nearly
Drowned him then they called a
Minute's silence they called the clowns in
And a cripple touched his foot
And did a cartwheel down the hill
Turning once for his wisdom, twice for
The pearl moon a third as the thief
Cried "It's judgement day" He rolled
His eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in
The dirt applause ripped the
Heavens and blew the clouds away the
Laughter died as schoolgirls passed
Around the tissues pretty patterns while a
Message said "We'll miss you
Bless you bless your eyes" And the bell
Rang twice and we fell as his
Lips moved we stared in stoney silence
As the news guy scribbled furiously
Down his final words: "I made mistakes i've
Been a fool i tried hard byt
Never thought that what started so well could
End in misery but my motives
Were good i thought you all understood just
Don't be hard when this day
Is cloaked in history you mistrusted me?
" And he died with his eyes
On ash for ashes dust for dust a lust
For dust a must for dust die with
Your eyes on
Nomini magnus spiritus sancti filia