BLACK COUNTRY GOTHIC lyrics
by BIG SPECIAL
They fell to safety, so I've heard
Under their thick black blanket of industry
Now they kneel and pray at the steel altar
The hopeless congregation of a Godless mass
The black country monks gargling hymns
And eating the body of some budget Christ
With dirty children, off white angels kicking feral pigeons
And picking up half smoked nub-ends
Taught to never look up and scour the ground
Future is a funny word
Future is a silver dream
Gargling hymns and eating the body of some bast*rd Christ
Kicking stones at the gates of yesterdays ghosts
(yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Onе day you'll find me by the water
Kicking stones at yesterdays ghosts
One day you'll find me by the water
Kicking stones at yesterdays ghosts, ghosts
One day you'll find me by the water
Kicking stones at yesterdays ghosts
One day you'll find me by the water
Kicking stones at yesterdays ghosts, ghosts
One day you'll find me by the water
Kicking stones at yesterdays ghosts
One day you'll find me by the water
Kicking stones at yesterdays ghost, ghosts