It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building thereenter deleted
is so much to do
GoingGoin' home time
A a story on the radio
SomethingSomethin' small fallsenter deleted
out of your mouth
And and we laugh
A prayer for something somethin' better
A prayer
For something for somethin' betterenter deleted
Please love me
Meet me, meet my mother
But the fear takes hold
CreepingCreepin' up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting blow, waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow

Stroking your hair as theenter deleted
patriots are shot
FightingFightin' for freedom on the television
SharingSharin' the world withenter deleted
slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?enter deleted
She struggles to get away . . .

The pain
And and the creeping creepin' feeling
A little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white faceenter deleted
into the mirror
Aching inside me
And and turn me round around
Just like the old days, just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just days, just like the old days
CaressingCaressin' an old man
And painting paintin' a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat
inIn a clean room
The soldiers close in
underUnder a yellow moon
All the shadows and deliverance
Under a black flagenter added
A hundred years of blood
Crimson a ribbon
The ribbon tightens roundTightens 'round my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger
thrashingThrashing in the water
Thrashing in the waterenter added
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 afterAfter the other

It feels like a hundred years
AHundred years, hundred years
AHundred years, hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
One hundred years