One hundred years the cure lyrics

The Cure One Hundred Years (Single)
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
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow

Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom on 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
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Just like the old days
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
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other
One after the other

It feels like a hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
A hundred years
One hundred years

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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...

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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...

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