The Legendary Pink Dots - Under Glass lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Under Glass lyrics]
The air was thick with scented smoke
The talk was much to small
The words would fall and crawl in corners
Wind up eaten by the cat
But still they spat and
Groped each other's fat
Danced with rubber arms and granite feet
The planet creeped the ceiling
Flaked and floated in
The beer we stayed clear we stayed here
Under glass and you I know you're
Trying though you haven't
Got a clue see them laughing in the showers
Twist and grab a shouting Jew
Did they ride you through the corridors
Make you
Climb the wall? Did you fall? Did she cry?
Did you look for other fools
To fry? To fortify your
Island under glass i know how
And where you work
It's written around your collar
Sweat and dirt and
Sloping shoulders you keep tripping on your
Hands, yellow hands, tired hands
Pushing pens and pushing sixty
Waiting for the man to push
You off your shelf send
You rollercoasting frozen to
Your hole under glass
And you may be tough and loud
You throw your weight around but you're jelly
When the lights go out
You're hearing every sound
The wailing chambers, whispering walls
The bitching neighbours' spirit's call
Accuse you with their fire eyes that
Freeze you, fry you, slip
Their nails inside you you try
And try to hide out under glass
The talk was much to small
The words would fall and crawl in corners
Wind up eaten by the cat
But still they spat and
Groped each other's fat
Danced with rubber arms and granite feet
The planet creeped the ceiling
Flaked and floated in
The beer we stayed clear we stayed here
Under glass and you I know you're
Trying though you haven't
Got a clue see them laughing in the showers
Twist and grab a shouting Jew
Did they ride you through the corridors
Make you
Climb the wall? Did you fall? Did she cry?
Did you look for other fools
To fry? To fortify your
Island under glass i know how
And where you work
It's written around your collar
Sweat and dirt and
Sloping shoulders you keep tripping on your
Hands, yellow hands, tired hands
Pushing pens and pushing sixty
Waiting for the man to push
You off your shelf send
You rollercoasting frozen to
Your hole under glass
And you may be tough and loud
You throw your weight around but you're jelly
When the lights go out
You're hearing every sound
The wailing chambers, whispering walls
The bitching neighbours' spirit's call
Accuse you with their fire eyes that
Freeze you, fry you, slip
Their nails inside you you try
And try to hide out under glass