The Legendary Pink Dots - Wall Purges Night lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Wall Purges Night lyrics]
Right hand raised the left
Plants stickers - picking
Out the deviant a choice
Of colours, inclinations
Factions that see only red
He wants them dead he kills them in
His mirror when it's dark and when
He thinks that no-one is looking he spreads
The spraypaint and leaves his mark
Swastikas shout out from walls
They're tattooed
On a million fists clenched together
Safe in numbers waving from the
Precipice fodder! Plod on down
Your icy path a cannon is
Waiting for the fodder
Enlightenment comes with a blast
A bang a bangabangabang
Another place a different story
Fingers play with
Stale cigars business creaks
The warehouse leaks
The chairman sold his daughter's car
He's reading charts and sharpening knives for
Cutting when the time seems right
For him alone no pause for mercy
If the victim's out of sight
Equality is a word for cranks to
Shout out as the batons swing
It's beautiful in theory he knows it's not
For him he's got his fodder!
In higher places
Clocks chime for the meeting of the lords
They stay discreet as guilty secrets cause
No shame behind closed doors
A portion for the megabomb a
Portion for the queen
Can't forget the army or the law 'cos
They have to keep the cities clean
And sure they know they'll get their way
As protests echo from the streets
(The blood is thicker from the streets)
His hired guns and sheets of armor
Gives them shelter through the
Heat! The fodder
But there are other bullets, other walls
Where justice cries in shiny red
Where reason dies and
Passion burns persuasion's
Just a hole in the head
Purges after midnight there's no
Discretion in the mass
A volley a silence as they cover up the mess
Don't kid yourself you're civilized
It could happen anywhere in choking cities
Steaming jungles maybe even here
Plants stickers - picking
Out the deviant a choice
Of colours, inclinations
Factions that see only red
He wants them dead he kills them in
His mirror when it's dark and when
He thinks that no-one is looking he spreads
The spraypaint and leaves his mark
Swastikas shout out from walls
They're tattooed
On a million fists clenched together
Safe in numbers waving from the
Precipice fodder! Plod on down
Your icy path a cannon is
Waiting for the fodder
Enlightenment comes with a blast
A bang a bangabangabang
Another place a different story
Fingers play with
Stale cigars business creaks
The warehouse leaks
The chairman sold his daughter's car
He's reading charts and sharpening knives for
Cutting when the time seems right
For him alone no pause for mercy
If the victim's out of sight
Equality is a word for cranks to
Shout out as the batons swing
It's beautiful in theory he knows it's not
For him he's got his fodder!
In higher places
Clocks chime for the meeting of the lords
They stay discreet as guilty secrets cause
No shame behind closed doors
A portion for the megabomb a
Portion for the queen
Can't forget the army or the law 'cos
They have to keep the cities clean
And sure they know they'll get their way
As protests echo from the streets
(The blood is thicker from the streets)
His hired guns and sheets of armor
Gives them shelter through the
Heat! The fodder
But there are other bullets, other walls
Where justice cries in shiny red
Where reason dies and
Passion burns persuasion's
Just a hole in the head
Purges after midnight there's no
Discretion in the mass
A volley a silence as they cover up the mess
Don't kid yourself you're civilized
It could happen anywhere in choking cities
Steaming jungles maybe even here