Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there's vomit from my pen Laid Out on my bed Paralyzed dreaming of death
Oh the summer how we cantered proud of each other, proud of the summer Hair Drape down like capes Tangled in knots, covered in sand
Ohhh tangled we get, through tangents of death Spiraling colours through black holes of culture
I wait... For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs And throw the mess to the curious blank of the Two of us whom started, til two of us got square We sat and shook like homeless And reluctantly dissolved
Into the social vacuum lesser when we left deprived And lay vacantly The two of us got started, then the two of us got square and rid the woe between us by fucking hard and drinking equally
For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs And throw the mess to the curious blank of the Two of us whom started, til two of us got square We sat and shook like homeless Then Stood and reluctantly dissolved
To the vestige of our state That observes like flightless owls While the men drink and note their words to Commonwealth and the Queen
We rely in our mother and our sister that are there to keep our heads While the men fight like lions, for the Commonwealth and the Queen
I know no men who are lions Boasting or showing symptoms of life Live for themselves but not die for the Queen
Men are not lions Blessed nor confident and living for blood Proud of the summer and kissed by the sword That killed off our common sense The owls and lions are proof
And how I drank, vomited common sense Oh destoroyer, I've grown up too fast
And how I hung breaking my vertebrae Held in my fists were the letter to owls
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho see how I hung? I drank myself to choice For the Commonwealth and the Queen
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho see how I hung I gave up on love For the Commonwealth and the Queen
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho see how I hung? I drank myself to choice For the Commonwealth and the Queen
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho see how I hung? I'd light up on stage For the Commonwealth and the Queen
My mother lost her way And my sister turned away
The system got the best of us and that system tore the rhythm from our hearts.