Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comfort the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and leads me to the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

Forgetting how I hate self pity blondes
Comfort comes and smoothes her over
Callused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets


Are Mothers Saints

If piss is yellow then life must be grey
How come they smile when we throw it away
And if it is a colour then it must be sin
And you want to apologise but keep it in
Why worship a god when a mother is a saint?
Why worship stone?

They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand

And when their arms are dead how do they sigh
As gentle as the winter that fades by
And some kind of angel appears in her eyes
Or is it just the devil screaming inside
Why give into useless devotion
Truth and beauty, love and hate, mother and God

They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
Stay silent when you want to shout
Give, give when we piss it away


Charles Windsor

Oooh One, Two, Three, Four!

Charles Windsor, who's at the door?
At such an hour, who's at the door?
In the back of an old green Cortina
You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head

Hundreds of bound big business men
Hacks from The Sun, military men
So many rich men weep in despair
On and on into Trafalgar Square

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop your head

These once peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you'd wished not to see
Revenge is so sweet for those who don't know anything sweet

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop off your head