One Hundred Years

歌詞

It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Going home time, a story on the radio Something small falls out - of your mouth, and we laugh A prayer for something better (x2) Please love me - Meet my mother But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow (x3) Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on television Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Have we got everything? She struggles to get away . . . The pain, and the creeping feeling A little black haired girl waiting for Saturday The death of her father pushing her Pushing her white face into the mirror Aching inside me and turn me round Just like the old days (x4) Caressing an old man & painting a lifeless face Just a piece of new meat in a clean room The soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows & deliverance under a black flag A hundred years of blood, Crimson The ribbon tightens round my throat I open my mouth and my head bursts open A sound like a tiger - Thrashing in the water, (x2) Over and over, we die one after the other (x2) One after the other (x4) ...It feels like, A hundred years, (x5) ...One hundred years