Lyrics:

It doesn't matter if we all dieAmbition in the back of a black carIn a high building there is so much to doGoing hom
e timeA story on the radio...Something small falls out of your mouthAnd we laughA prayer for something betterA prayerFor
something betterPlease love meMeet my mother...But the fear takes holdCreeping up the stairs in the darkWaiting for the d
eath blowStroking your hair as the patriots are shotFighting for freedom on the televisionSharing the world with slaughtere
d pigsHave we got everything?She struggles to get away...The painAnd the creeping feelingA little black haired girlWaiti
ng for SaturdayThe death of her father pushing herPushing her white face into the mirrorAching inside meAnd turn me roundJ
ust like the old daysJust like the old daysCaressing an old manAnd painting a lifeless faceJust a piece of new meat in a c
lean roomThe soldiers close in under a yellow moonAll shadows and deliveranceUnder a black flagA hundred years of bloodCri
msonThe ribbon tightens round my throatI open my mouthAnd my head bursts openA sound like a tiger thrashing in the waterTh
rashing in the waterOver and overWe die one after the otherOver and overWe die one after the other after the other...It f
eels like a hundred yearsOne hundred years...