Doesn't matter if we all die   Ambition in the back of a black car   In a high building there is so much to do   Going home time, a story on the radio      Something small falls out of your mouth   And we laugh   A prayer for something better   Prayer for something better      Please love me   Meet my mother   But the fear takes hold   Creeping up the stairs in the dark   Waiting for the death blow      Waiting for the death blow      Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot   Fighting for freedom on the television   Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs   Have we got everything?   She struggles to get away      Pain and the creeping feeling   Little black-haired girl   Waiting for Saturday   The death of her father pushing her      Pushing her white face into the mirror   Aching inside me turn me around   Just like the old days   Just like the old days   Just like the old days      Just like the old days      Caressing the old man   And painting the lifeless face   Just a piece of new meat   In a clean room   The soldiers close in   Under a yellow moon   All shadows and deliverance   Under a black flag   A hundred years of blood   Crimson   The ribbon tightens round my throat   I open my mouth and my head bursts open   Sound like the tiger   Thrashing in the water   Thrashing in the water   Over and over we die   One after the other      Over and over we die   One after the other   One after the other   One after the other   One after the other   One after the other      It seems like a hundred years   A hundred years   A hundred years   A hundred years   A hundred years