Текст песни
A patchwork of dreams came and went
Interwoven with juxtapositions
Mid-Atlantic waves of nausea and sweat
Minimalistic scenes, copy and paste
Hand me my inheritance
Be it a concept or a notion
Or the seven sisters of sleep
Walking a limestone road
You look shaken Man, I've been shook
This is my first mouthful of clean air in eighteen months
They stuck me in a cell for a wrong they couldn't understand
Now my primary purpose is to speak to the land
Glistening liquescent morning
There are those who have claimed you before me
But hear me now delirium of order
I bring word of rape and plunder from across the border
Lo and behold
There was no rumoured pot of gold
Only the grave of Johnny Filth
Who was loosely based on a member of the human race
Lo and behold
There was no rumoured pot of gold
Only the grave of Johnny Filth
Who was loosely based on a member of the human race
Landscape littered with bric-a-brac
Deck chairs stripped of their hides
Defects of character scribbled on borrowed pages
Bottled up and flung far into the angry tide
They greet me with kisses on the lips
An occultist code I've yet to unlock
A woman with a face like a stopped clock hands me a flyer
Saying Free the innocent ferris wheel
And I wonder
How much the piper should be paid
Then I climb through the hail and through the rain
And I hear my ancestors singing this song
Lo and behold
There was no rumoured pot of gold
Only the grave of Johnny Filth
Who was loosely based on a member of the human race
Lo and behold
There was no rumoured pot of gold
Only the grave of Johnny Filth
Who was loosely based on a member of the human race
The shoe shine boy holding a flame
He's been waiting for the change
Waiting for the change