Pulse Lyrics - Psychedelic Furs

My baby paints herself red 

She paints her hair 

Her hair is dead 

She's living in the city 

With the bodies that scream 

We are all Jesus 

We all dream 

See the dancer in there reeling 

Paint the sky upon the ceiling 

Four useless gods upon a day 

So blinded by the filth on Sunday 

Saying the words for the idiots 

You are miracle drivel 

Optical sewer 

Listens to the flowers fall 

Paint the words upon the wall 

This is the pulse of fools like you 

Who sound so red and turn so blue 

The sound of uselessness in summer 

The war is over if you want 

See the dancer see me reeling 

Paint the sea upon the ceiling 

Pulse 

My baby paints herself red 

She paints her hair 

Her hair is dead 

She's living in the city 

With the bodies that scream 

We are all Jesus 

We all dream 

See the dancer see me reeling 

Paint the sky upon the ceiling 

That's pulse