Fugazi Lyrics - Fish

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell 

Extinguishing the fires in a private hell 

Provoking the heartache to renew the license 

Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule 

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience 

Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover 

Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real 

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race 

Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth 

(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition) 

(An albatross in the marry time tradition) 

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion 

Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation 

(She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart) 

(She hung herself around my neck) 

From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles 

Safe and dry in my sea of troubles 

Nine to fives, with suitable ties 

Cast adrift as their sideshow 

(Sideshow) 

Peepshow 

(Peepshow) 

Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch 

Drowning, drowning in the real 

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now 

Praying deportation for his sacred cow 

A legacy of romance from a twilight world 

The dowry of a relative mystery girl 

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union 

A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs 

Magdalene's contract more than favors 

The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat 

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard 

Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred 

Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights 

Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess 

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle 

A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin 

He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call 

And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper 

Son watches father scan obituary columns 

In search of absent school friends 

While his generation digests high fiber ignorance 

Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows 

Decriminalized genocide 

Provided door to door Belsens 

Pandora's box of holocausts 

Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens 

Waiting, waiting the season of the button 

The penultimate migration 

Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably 

For the terminally insane, insane 

Do-do-do you realize 

Do-do-do you realize 

Do-do-do you realize 

This world is totally fugazi 

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries? 

Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary? 

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries? 

Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary? 

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries? 

Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary? 

Where are the prophets?