Prayers on Fire
Album - 30 marzo 1981 - Debaser id 46581

when ya walk outa here
when ya walk out
I gotta fill up that space
or fill up that no-space
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears and
cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

when ya slam that door
when that door slams
i gotta fill up that space
an' I'll pack my suitcase
I'll fill it up with no-clothes
fill it up with no-clothes
fill it up with no-clothes
fill it up with no-clothes
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll pack it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll pack it up with tears and cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

when ya slam that door
when that door slams
I'll dig my-self a hole
and I'll fill up that space
I'll fill it up with no-flesh
an' I'll fill it up with flesh
I'll fill it up with no-flesh
an' I'll fill it up with flesh
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll pack it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with tears and
cry cry cry cry
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can swim
where no-fish can
cry cry cry cry

fish swim cry fish crryyy cry cryyy

what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
the hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles
so we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain
get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one
just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do?


capers... capers...

oh a streak, o'treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows
erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows
account the addups till I do-nots are we balanced? we're in business!
idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's...all legs and armour
I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart
oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family

insect insect insect insect incest insect incest insect

Nick The Stripper
a-hideous to the eye
a-hideous to the eye
well he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
and ooooooooh! here we go again

Nick The Stripper
a-dances on all fours
a-dances on all fours
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
and ooooooooh! a-here we go again

Nick The Stripper
a-hideous to the eye
a-hideous to the eye
well he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
and ooooooooh! here we go again


well he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
a fat little insect
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit


insect insect insect insect

wow! uh oh

I am a figure of fun
obsessive, dead-pan and moribund
[creantic girl] seasick
I am the figure of fun

[?] I baked in the sun
I have no luck in love
I have no luck in anything
I am a figure of fun

and I'm impressed by everyone
but I impress no-one
it's irritating
I am a figure of fun

ROCK!

I am a figure of fun
I have money
but money isn't everything to a figure of
fun fun fun fun fun fun...
I love you baby fun fun fun...

King Ink strolls into town
he sniffs around

King Ink kicks off his stink-boot
sand and soot and dust and dirt and
he's much bigger than you think
King Ink
King Ink
King Ink
a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink
a get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
up up up up up up up up up up...

a bug crawls up the wall

King Ink feels like a bug
and he hates his rotten shell
(he says) cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha...
King Ink a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink
a get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
a what's in that room? a what's in that house?
a what's in that room? a what's in that house?
say something, express thyself, say something, express yourself
express... say something loudly Aaaaaahhhh...
a what's in that room? a what's in that house?
sand and soot and dust and dirt and sand and soot and dust and dirt
and-d-d-d-d-d-d-
di-di-di-di-di-di-di di-di-di-di-di-di DIRT

King Ink feels like a bug
swimming in a soup-bowl
he says oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! FATS Domino on the radio
yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
oh! yer! oh! yer! FATS Domino on the radio
yer! oh! yer!

in our yard
how many chickens can we count
on our fingers and toes
on their toes
sitting on father's hole
sitting on his chest
crushing rocks of dirt
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly knees
yard yard