Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Single - 22 gennaio 1996 - Debaser id 62246

Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love

Dressed in bishop's robes
Terrifies me still
In bishop's robes
Bastard headmaster
I am not going back
I am not going back
I am not going back

Children taught to kill, to tear themselves to bits
On playing fields
Dressed in bishop's robes
I am not going back
I am not going back
I am not going back

I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon the surface for the birds
The birds
The birds

You want me
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches and nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

You want me
Well come on and break the door down
You want me
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready

Shake hands, genocide, molasses
Jet-powered caravans, molasses
I'm too good, you're stuck on
Rent free earthquake zone, molasses

I need someone else's glasses
Starving waitresses in plasters
Fat houseflies, genocide
We've been stitched up, molasses