One Hundred Years (Bestival Live 2011)

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

Goin' home time a story on the radio

Somethin' small falls out of your mouth and we laugh

A prayer for somethin' better

A prayer for somethin' better

Please love me, meet my mother

But the fear takes hold

Creepin' 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

Fightin' for freedom on the television

Sharin' the world with slaughtered pigs

Have we got everything? She struggles to get away

The pain and the creepin' 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

Caressin' an old man

And paintin' 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

After the other

It feels like a hundred years

Hundred years, hundred years

Hundred years, hundred years