Fatima Mansions - Brunceling's Song Lyrics
James jesus angleton sells sunlamps door to doorIn this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to stay aliveI dont much like him, but I sit and mind his carHe says, brunceling, where to now?This global suburbs ours...They said adapt, and, sometime back, I think I snappedBut its no big deal, I would not trade my luckI have no system now, I just drift until Im found;Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan, now:Penury has set us free!Nothing, nothing, nothing is trueAn assassins bullet which has lodged in my neckPicks up radio kabul and it bores me to death--Nothing, nothing, nothing is trueI know khomeini, john wilkes booth and the jackson 5,The old man roared as I poured him into his bed,Why, they control the bourbon runs from bialystok to brunei!Brunceling, youre like me, he saidThey fear us cause we accept no blameAnd were too *****ing old to change.Too many hatreds for making amends.Too many favours for friends of dead friends.Oh, their mumbled thanks came cheap to them.Too many marksmen on the knolls,Too many alibis always to hold,Im a sad old joke; forget I spoke...Open the vein, open the vein,Open the vein, wider the veinLet in more rain, let in more rainSever the phoneline, sever the head,Seeing in white, green, yellow and redI think hes dead, I think hes deadNothing, nothing, nothing is trueOld friends now reject me for misjudgements Ive madeSome are in power, some in flyover gravesNothing, nothing, nothing is trueAnd tell me, stiff, whose little baby were you?
