In The Flat Field Lyrics - Swing The Heartache- Bbc Sessions (live) - Bauhaus

A gut pull drag on me 

Into the calm gaping we 

Mirrors multi reflecting this 

Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim 

Calm eye-flick-shudder within 

Assist me to walk away in sin 

Where is the string that Theseus laid? 

Find me out this labyrinth place 

I do get bored, I get bored 

In the flat field 

I get bored, I do get bored 

In the flat field 

Yin and Yang lumber punch 

Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch 

And force my slender thin and lean 

In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams 

Of black matted lace of pregnant cows 

As life maps out onto my brow 

The card is lowered in index turn 

Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn 

I do get bored, I get bored 

In the flat field 

I get bored, I do get bored 

In the flat field 

Let me catch the slit of light 

For a maiden's sake and maiden flight 

In the flat field I do get bored 

Replace with Piccadilly whores 

In my yearn for some cerebral fix 

Transfer me to that solid plain 

Hammer me into blazon pain 

Molding shapes no shame to waste 

Molding shapes no shame to waste 

And drag me there with deafening haste