Brain Blister Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

In rags in their normal place 

where diesel machines roar by 

Pale dawn, at the scrapyard gates 

Fast food parks and hardware mines 

Not smiling or frowning they, 

the shades on the fringe of town, 

unpaid, idle, lending shape 

to the gravity which they say 

has dragged this country down 

This beautiful country down 

Close off the backstreets, no-one goes 

Bring on the ice, the game-shows: brain-blister 

The bigger the roadside crowd 

the denser the gameshow cloud 

There's nothing on that churning screen 

Just nonsense that might mean: 

"Like it? Good. No? Tough! 

Pen them in and shut them up 

Slow march, eyes right 

Save all your revolution for your Saturday night!" 

[(Your curse)?] 

You earn but you feel oppressed 

The armour could do with a test 

Why not betray your lover's trust? 

Go ahead and push it until it bursts 

You're back on the streets again 

No armour, no dreams, no friends 

The worst pain is behind the eyes 

Where the killer of futures hides, still hides 

They've closed the backstreets, you can't hide 

If you feel brave, just step outside 

where all tomorrows stink the same 

Where night vibrates with cries of: 

Brain-blister 

Well, we laughed till dawn about the coming hell 

[...?] 

We learned to live without rest or hope 

but [you'll?] never admit we live a joke 

The patient is fading fast 

Oh, but ignore it, it's just an act