It 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   A 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      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...      The pain   And the creeping feeling   A little black haired girl   Waiting for Saturday   The death of her father pushing her   Pushing her white face into the mirror   Aching inside me   And turn me round    Just like the old days   Just like the old days      Caressing an old man   And painting a 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   A sound like a 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 after the other...      It feels like a hundred years   One hundred years...