Gunsore

soldiers, soldiers, drinking out the night
bombs that splutter in the road
gets kind of eerie in the pale daylight
when you know you're far away from home

sand, sand, dollars in your shoes
coats that fasten all wrong
face so pale i thought that i was dead
i died and i was singing this song:

beat heart beat
flow blood flow
gonna cry like a crow
on some dark corner of the road

planes, planes, singing in the sky
falling now like angels in the air
blood on the needle of a fresh tattoo
leaving lines as fine as angel-hair

grown sore, steady in my hand
sandstorm lifting in the noon
gunsore, gunsore, sitting in the shade,
chewing gum and humming this tune:

and there are things i would not wish for you
not wish for you, not wish for you
to see those things i would not wish for you to see...

blindfold, blindfold, hanging from a tree
rape grows yellow in the fields
standing in the porchlight with your hair like flames,
i stood out by the trailers and wept

girls, girls, crying in their clothes
spiders in the holes beneath my feet
felt so cold i thought that i was dead;
i died and i was singing this song:

angel ray almost seventeen
swallowing up the bullets like sweets
lay out in the sand like god's sweet dream
(lying like a drunk out in the street)

smile on his face but his neck torn clean
nothing in his pockets but a comb
tell my mum i'm gonna marry justine
just as soon as i can get home