Legendary Pink Dots (The)
Vigil-Anti
George had the role of the spokesmanScript prepared, took a week to writeHow their house was an eyesoreKid was an outlaw, wife was a whoreWho bored the neighborsFists were raised, pledges madeOver ten grenades and tins of petrolGeorge would strike the first matchIf they put up a fightOr pulled down the shuttersSoldiers blue. Shoulders sunburnedSee the light dance on their hairThe fair and healthy skinThe shins of metal.Men of mental disciplineTheir favorite wordIt's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers,In the candlelight of ceremonies clandestine where songs are emptyWords are anti-this and anti-that. The vigilantes tilt their hats to cleaner sheets, greener valleysMarble queens sing Hallelujah
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