Gunsore

Soldiers, soldiers, drinking out the night Bombs that splutter in the road Gets kind of eerie in the pale daylight When you know you're far away from home Sand, sand, dollars in your shoes Coats that fasten all wrong Face so pale i thought that i was dead I died and i was singing this song: Beat heart beat Flow blood flow Gonna cry like a crow On some dark corner of the road Planes, planes, singing in the sky Falling now like angels in the air Blood on the needle of a fresh tattoo Leaving lines as fine as angel-hair Grown sore, steady in my hand Sandstorm lifting in the noon Gunsore, gunsore, sitting in the shade, Chewing gum and humming this tune: And there are things i would not wish for you Not wish for you, not wish for you To see those things i would not wish for you to see... Blindfold, blindfold, hanging from a tree Rape grows yellow in the fields Standing in the porchlight with your hair like flames, I stood out by the trailers and wept Girls, girls, crying in their clothes Spiders in the holes beneath my feet Felt so cold i thought that i was dead; I died and i was singing this song: Angel ray almost seventeen Swallowing up the bullets like sweets Lay out in the sand like god's sweet dream (Lying like a drunk out in the street) Smile on his face but his neck torn clean Nothing in his pockets but a comb Tell my mum i'm gonna marry justine Just as soon as i can get home