Parachute

As silver tears they weave and lace,
Sad patterns upon her face,
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Through velvet fields she runs,
Reaching for you.
And so you bleed now,
Your hand holds the knife
That is tearing your life apart.
Why don't you leave now,
The city's too heavy
And your dreams they melt in the sun.
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide.
Through shadows of grief she slides,
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
In silence a promise torn,
She turns from you.
And so you bleed now ...
As silver tears, they weave and lace,
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Reaching for you.
On mellow blue birds curve and glide.
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
She turns from you .....

You're corrugated steel baby
Platinum to feel lady,
Eyes are just two heavy stones,
Someone, spilt the glass,
And you're ageing much too fast,
And, you say that you've been left alone.
You're leant against the night,
But you say you feel alright,
Only somebody has stolen your home.
The pearls around your neck
There at great expense were set,
But your tangled hair resists the comb,
No where to go now she has fallen,
No one to come see her,
For she was born to the screen,
And as she performed,
Their hearts really melted, ahh ...
Sure i've seen your face before,
But yes then there was a war,
And depression left the world so flat,
Yes, you were super-huge baby,
Limousines you used,
But your memory it clouds after that.
You say what's this part of town,
And yes it's a long way down,
And you swear you didn't know it existed.
You're from high on the hill,
And the fact you're not there still,
I would surely have killed you ninth husband.
No where to go ...
Well could i spare the fare,
'cause your cheque book isn't there,
Could i take you to where your hotel is.
Oh yes i told them who you were,
But they said they would prefer it,
If you would find another place to crash in,
I know the streets are very cold,
And the shallow walls don't hold,
The shelter and protection you're seeking.
And as i walk away,
You turn to me and say,
You'd rather i forget about our meeting.
No where to go now she has fallen .....

Stone spires rise high, lacerate warmer skies,
Iron laced populations, beneath molten fields.

We gave you our love
We gave you our love
As we bent to do wrong.
Your smile was the wind
Your smile was the wind
As it swept us along.
Why can't you understand
That we can't build to lines of a plan.
What's the use, what's the use .....

Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed by the wild geese,
The silence it did tear,
Sticks swung in violence,
You america murdered there
Hey hey, young america murdered there.
As one soul lay dying,
Only two were there to care.
On through the valleys,
Sad sickle clowns they ride.
Pressed tight against morning,
Beneath the blackened sky.
Hey hey, beneath the blackened sky.
There on a hill of gold
Wild children play.
They bend to pick the flowers.
The sun dissolves the day.
Hey hey, the sun dissolves the day.
If you can't close one eye,
Then turn the other way.
Faces bark in anger,
With savage bitter words,
Twist against the friendship,
With rapid shots they're blurred.
Hey hey, with rapid shots they're blurred.
There by the highway
Two sickles melt in flames.
They burn without the knowledge
Of why their lives were claimed,
Hey hey, why their lives were claimed.
As the smoke drifts skyward
We search for those to blame .....

In the concrete valleys the electric storm.
We members of the midnight circus,
Our bodies so brightly adorn
In your long sedans and your oldsmobiles,
Through that slit in your face, you ask me,
How it feels.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
I'm a-telling you again.
Daughters of satan all stand in line,
With faces greased and a mouth full of shine.
With iron hand you bruise the flesh,
Then through a closing door you ask,
Pray why the distress.
Hear me, can you hear me, can you.
Midnight sailors can stay,
We won't send you away,
See me here on my knees.
You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes.
As fingers round your throat they close.
Your cries of murder, splash on the walls
As you die, you think about the injustice of it all.
Can you hear me ...
Hear me ...
See satan's daughters' red light,
They have such good appetites,
Another clown packs his drag ...