Альбом Torture Garden

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Statues are so beautiful
Age shall not wither them
Photos frame milliseconds
So the years can't condemn

Lamentably
We will grow old
And relentlessly
We will grow cold

But in my dream of Dorian Gray
I staple blossom onto trees
Carve my image deep in rock
And drink from virgin arteries

Born a perfect specimen
Purity is only loaned
Curse chromosomes as slowly flesh
Learns to drip down from bone

So inevitably
We will grow old
And regrettably
We will grow cold

But in my dream of Dorian Gray
I staple blossom onto trees
Carve my image deep in rock
And drink from virgin arteries

Glowing youth slows to dulled age
And liver spotted atrophy
Degraded and decrepit
Salad days grind to senility

But in my dream of Dorian Gray
I staple blossom onto trees
Carve my image deep in rock
And drink from virgin arteries

Oily hands wag a finger
In a hypochrist tirade
Greasy palms rubbed in delight
As bombs light an Arabian night

Diamonds are Fuhrer�s best friend
They sparkle in his earrings
Crocodile tears join to flood
Gallons of spilled African blood

Cloaked by the blood spattered banner
Stamping feet in Union Jack-boots
Goose-step bravely on every face
War is peace with brutal mace

Poisonous seeds of bad apples
Cannot be allowed to pollute
So sure is peachy to torture and shoot
Rebels for United Fruit

Cloaked by the blood spattered banner
Stamping feet in Union Jack-boots
Goose-step bravely on every face
War is peace with brutal mace

Globe-trotting giants rape and pillage
Smash and grab in each village
Sugary fascists are still sour
Some of the image but all of the power
On loyalty the victims choke
As politicians rot the vote
Finger-length maggots chew on remains
And the world is a rotisserie of pain

Grey town
Grey city
Grey lives
Not pretty
Grey work
Grey school
Grey church
Cesspool

Wovoka says he had a dream
We must all dance on grass of green
Then one day a new dawn will come
Bringing multicoloured fun

Grey homes
Grey clothes
Grey hairs
Scummy droves
Grey matter
Grey street
Grey area
Under concrete

Wovoka says he had a dream
We must all dance on grass of green
Then one day a new dawn will come
Bringing multicoloured fun

In motionless night
Where Diana scans
The lay of the land
From her splendid height
A spectre stalks
The corridors
Of noble maws
And patriot hawks

Stirring slumber
The martyr leaps
As the unctuous sleeps
Through pounding thunder
His body stiffens
And as he shrieks
His bloodied cheeks
Become so ashen

Hazy lazy faintly shady
Weary from another day
Crumpled suits and tired eyes
Homewards to that other life

Daisy off out to the bingo
Best bonnet and floral dress
Bus pass grasped and at the ready
Meeting Mabel weekly treat

Crazy Dave out on the pull
Looking to forget himself
Party girl Trish spent hours in her lair
Caking on make-up and braiding her hair

But they all died that night
With 'if only' on their lips
Astounded by the lightening flash
And when the sky enveloped them
They slept beneath a blanket of ash