Death of God lyrics


Well here's my quick effort. The only bit that really baffles me (I hope)
is at 2 minutes 20. With a bit more thought I may want to repunctuate in
places but what is the end of that line - Mouthing the sounds of
................?

Any help or corrections gratefully received.

From: steve.t
Subject: [STORMCOCK] TDOG lyrics
Date: 2 May, 2005 17:05:01 BDT



As I was dreaming, I started to feel
I could no longer tell dreaming from real
Too much was happening, too fast, too slow
Maybe I'll wake up, maybe I'll know
The guns have just started, but no-one could say
The time was just ending or slipping away
Into the shadows, another long day, another killing day
Where are you going I said to myself
As I was throwing things from the shelf
Into some future, ready to run
Soldiers are coming better be done
Silently, helplessly, holding my tongue
Soon I'll be somewhere I'll never belong
Mouthing the sounds of an immigrant song (thanks to Adrian McGachie for sussing this line)


Is there a reason anymore?
Are we just cannon fodder, germinating war?
Pretending our finger's on the pulse
The pulse beyond the door, the imaginary door
When some family and friends all crawl from their graves
Made for them by shock and awe and half a billion fascist slaves
Somewhere where the facile voice of Jesus always saves
Always beyond the door

Do me a favour, please don't patronise
Your war was not fought for my mind but just for your prize
Started when what was some truth, got spun into lies
Somewhere always beyond the door
Always beyond the door

How does this make me feel, am I really part of this deal?
Totally mistaken, ignored and forsaken
Am I really so unreal?
Why am I so unreal?

Blindfolded so that we never can tell
When the blows are landing or who they will fell
Humiliated, naked, paraded by sadistic tourists from crusader Hell
By sadistic tourists from crusader Hell

Ooh, look at me mummy, I can take naughty pics
Look at me mummy, now that I'm six
Look at me mummy, I can take dirty pics
Look at me mummy, look at me mummy, look at me mummy
Playing with dicks, playing with dicks



Hoping and praying, praying and hoping, praying and hoping to die
Blowing my life away, taking some others, a new kind of old passer by
But I won't be passing you by because I'm the samaritan with a bomb in my
eye
And my finger on the trigger of goodbye


Welcome to heaven, I'm your creator
I bid you welcome to the promised land
Sorry I made you bomb all those children
They were all warned and they fully understand
My will be done on earth and they were slow to learn
My will be done on earth or otherwise eternally you'll burn
And so, eternally they'll burn

Because I am the interventionist God and I'm warning you
I, I will intervene into your cooking and your books and your disinterest
rates
And all your domestics in-between
I am the wood I touch, my fingers always crossed
I'm superstitious to the core
I step across the cracks down every street I walk
That way I know, I know I'll win the war
And history will prove me right
I'll find those WMD
Cross my heart and hope to die



What's that you say?
Blank, zero, nothing, zilch, a duck, a duck egg?
Oh no, oh no, I think I just fell out the sky
I think I just fell out the sky

Falling - soon I'll be gone
Falling - goodbye everyone

My will be done on earth
My will be done on earth
Something we knew about
Hundreds of thousands of thousands of years ago
Something we knew about
Hundreds of thousands of thousands of years ago

Posted: Mon - May 2, 2005 at 05:16 PM          

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