It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time a story on the radio
Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh, a prayer for something better
A prayer for something better, please love me
Meet my mother, but the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything? She struggles to get away
The pain and the creeping feeling
A little black haired girl, waiting for Saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me and turn me around
Just like the old days, just like the old days
Just like the old days, just like the old days
Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
All the shadows and deliverance under a black flag
A hundred years of blood crimson
A ribbon tightens round my throat
I open my mouth and my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water, over and over
We die one after the other, over and over
We die one after the other
One after the other, one after the other
One after the other, one after the other
It feels like a hundred years
One hundred years, a hundred years
A hundred years, hundred years