Текст песни «Kitchens Of Destinction - On Tooting Broadway Station»

On Tooting Broadway station
I knelt down and wept.
My hands hit the concrete floor
until my fingers bled.
I will cut him out of my heart,
I will leave these tears in pools.
Tripped over these pourings, tripped over his feelings,
I've cut him out of my heart.
Burn, burn is clothes,
burn everything he owns
and the empty chamber left.
I'll carry around as this hollowness
that drags in my voice.
Burn, burn it all,
burn, burn it all.
Benedictory fire, blessing out the burns.

On Tooting Broadway station
I lay down and slept.
The concrete for a pillow,
fingers in bandages.
I cut him out I lie here dry.
I unstiched the bindwork of love.
Burn, burn his clothes...
Burn, burn it all...
My John of Arc...
burn, burn it all...
Give me the charred heart,
give me his fillings.
And God, give me God to forgive me.
Burn, burn it all...
My John of Arc, fire fire
My John of Arc,
fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

@Song: Breathing Fear

So full of hope that he can't sit still
even in the presence of strangers.
He's expecting his favourite guest,
the boy with easy virtues.
But when the boy arrives,
he's got a black eye
from the lads who plague us outside.
He laughs and calls for the world to die,
then hugs and kisses it better.

**Chorus**
Tell him why do you go to extremes
and how it must show.
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He's half-full of courage and he
stumbles to work,
where they bitch about their babies.
They ask him where he got his bruises.,
he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies.
He cannot allow them to finish him off.
Over-heated, overwrought.
He refuses to die like a saint,
half-believed and always deceived.

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Chorus
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Giving us grief for centuries now,
can't you ever rest?
Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded.
Isn't waking enough?
You're breathing this fear just once a year,
we suffocate every day.
Hey... you're breathing this fear just once a year,
we suffocate every day!