Fatima Mansions - Brain Blister Lyrics
In rags in their normal placeWhere diesel machines roar byPale dawn, at the scrapyard gatesFast food parks and hardware minesNot smiling or frowning they,The shades on the fringe of town,Unpaid, idle, lending shapeTo the gravity which they sayHas dragged this country downThis beautiful country downClose off the backstreets, no-one goesBring on the ice, the game-shows: brain-blisterThe bigger the roadside crowdThe denser the gameshow cloudTheres nothing on that churning screenJust nonsense that might mean:Like it? good. no? tough!Pen them in and shut them upSlow march, eyes rightSave all your revolution for your saturday night![(your curse)? ]You earn but you feel oppressedThe armour could do with a testWhy not betray your lovers trust?Go ahead and push it until it burstsYoure back on the streets againNo armour, no dreams, no friendsThe worst pain is behind the eyesWhere the killer of futures hides, still hidesTheyve closed the backstreets, you cant hideIf you feel brave, just step outsideWhere all tomorrows stink the sameWhere night vibrates with cries of:Brain-blisterWell, we laughed till dawn about the coming hell[...? ]We learned to live without rest or hopeBut [youll? ] never admit we live a jokeThe patient is fading fastOh, but ignore it, its just an act
