War And Pieces
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Part 1: Lies

Well they fed you lies
And you ate them off a plate
But I heard your cries
As they led you to the gate
Now you're doing time
In the prison of the soul
Don't think twice my dear
Before you crawl out of the hole.

Cashpoint Charlie -
Chequeing out the chicks
Flashing the fivers -
Just one of his tricks.

City slicker
Cruising down the streets
Lamplit lady
The kind he likes to meet.

"You are guilty of innocence
A most atrocious crime
For the safety of society
You can start by doing time."


Part 2: Escape

Come with me quickly
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Regain your freedom
Join our merry band today!


Part 3: Wino On The Balcony

Wino on the balcony
Well out of his family tree
Doesn't seem to understand -
Just wanna lend a helping hand.

His wife has left him yet again
She couldn't stand the roaring pain
And now he's gonna take a jump
Into the bitter pouring rain.

He's a... sick man
'Cause he's got a... sick heart
Now he's a... big fool
Dieing in a... blood pool.


Part 4: Traffic Lights

The traffic lights are showing red and green
And no-one's sure just what it means
The pavement's lined with psychopaths
Who gave their lives to the law of the blade
The funny thing is
They think they've got it made.

Let me take you deeper
Into the dungeons of your mind
Where hidden dreams lie waking -
It's a pleasure you will find.

I was cut by the cutlery
Knifed by the knife
Shot by the shot
Scared out of my life.

On the streets it's war
Youth against youth
And if you think that's a lie
Then won't you tell me the truth?
It's getting worse by the hour
See the broken glass shower
While in blood they said
They'd paint the town red.

Hello mirror, could you tell me a story
Of pain and indifference
The powder and the glory
A bed full of lies
That seemed true at the time.
Now an empty bottle is the
Only friend of mine.


Part 5: Crash Course

It was a crash course for lovers
A night of romance
But if we met in the street
Would you give me a second glance?


Part 6: War And Pieces

War and pieces
Death and fame
Play your cards
But you can never win this game.


Part 7: Razor Blades

Razor blades in baby food
Blackmail for the boys at Heinz
Little girl, she cut her tongue
But do you think the culprit minds?

Caustic soda in your pet food
Grief for the guys at Pedigree
Little dog, it nearly died
But see the culprit smile with glee.

He's a... sick man
'Cause he's got a... sick mind
Poisoned by greed
Money made him blind.


Part 8: Poison Perfumes

Poison perfumes pollute the air
Cinematic shadows deflect the glare
From a thousand shop windows
Like sanctuary posts
But the blind man sees no hope
As he staggers down the alley,
High on dope.

Icy rain bleeds down like pain
Across his forehead again and again.
Tired trees caress the storm
That rages into another sleepless dawn.


Part 9: Lies Reprise

Why are we here?
What good can we do?
When we spit our lies
In the face of truth.

Another day to find
Another way to say goodbye
Another day to find
Another way to forge another lie.


Lyrics © Christopher Hester 2010
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