Siouxsie And The Banshees
Nocturne
Pull To Bits
Tongues are clacking words of one vision
One tiny incision and teeth are cracking
On thin air, on thin air
And teeth are cracking on thin air
Pull to bits--in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits--in silence
Without a sound, without a sound
Building's bleached with shatter-shatter-clatter
Fill their senses with cement
Watch the people scatter
One by one, one by one
Pull to bits--in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits--in silence
Without a sound, without a sound
Young lungs snapping coming up for air
The mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare
One by one, one by one
Oh one by one without a fucking care
Pull to bits--in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits--in silence
Without a sound, without a fucking sound
Pull to bits, yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack
Pull to bits, shatter-shatter-shatter-clatter
Pull to bits, yap-yap-yap-yapping
Pull to bits--without a sound