The Legendary Pink Dots - Tower Three lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Tower Three lyrics]
The echo of a thousand marching boots
Hammers on the air they're singing anthems
Chanting oaths and whistle as
Salome lifts her skirt
Because they're 'real' men
And they're healthy, happy own the
Place they raise hell when they're sober
Wrestle tigers when
They're drunk in their living rooms a
Picture of the queen nestles
In between Miss August and a placard
Saying HOME IS WHERE THE HEART
IS (Keep it pure, keep it white keep it free of undesirables
Because freedom is so valuable and
Getting scarcer) fight! So they
March smashing windows, splashing slogans
Pushing petrol bombs
Through doors 'til a uniform appears gently
Whisper in the ear of
The leader "That's against the law but
We'll ignore it this time
Peace Krime's got to be official!"
Keep it clean keep it quiet in
A lonely moor the digger's working
Bigger holes hold more and the patriots
Stay in as convoys rattle
Down the street no-one hears the weeping
No-one listens for the
Cracks at dawn the shovelling goes on
And on and on but the
Patriots aren't frightened cos they heard it
On TV that a Golden Age
Lies 'round the corner any day now
Hammers on the air they're singing anthems
Chanting oaths and whistle as
Salome lifts her skirt
Because they're 'real' men
And they're healthy, happy own the
Place they raise hell when they're sober
Wrestle tigers when
They're drunk in their living rooms a
Picture of the queen nestles
In between Miss August and a placard
Saying HOME IS WHERE THE HEART
IS (Keep it pure, keep it white keep it free of undesirables
Because freedom is so valuable and
Getting scarcer) fight! So they
March smashing windows, splashing slogans
Pushing petrol bombs
Through doors 'til a uniform appears gently
Whisper in the ear of
The leader "That's against the law but
We'll ignore it this time
Peace Krime's got to be official!"
Keep it clean keep it quiet in
A lonely moor the digger's working
Bigger holes hold more and the patriots
Stay in as convoys rattle
Down the street no-one hears the weeping
No-one listens for the
Cracks at dawn the shovelling goes on
And on and on but the
Patriots aren't frightened cos they heard it
On TV that a Golden Age
Lies 'round the corner any day now