F.U. / ...Of Lights Songtext
von Jack

Dirty is in her lovers′ arms and it is London in the morning
Behind them the skyline burning, the riots meaning nothing
Behind in the rent and ahead in evolution
On this, the Eve of the revolution

What if we killed our clothes
And learned to fall without landing?
In a café over coffee, he remembers Rachael
And how her wrists were like China
While in some warehouse off the river
A daughter is raped to Canon in D Minor
And just suppose it, just imagine
What if the world wasn't ending

And see there beneath the moon
The widowed moll moves
Through the gangsters′ bars
As a jaguar through an orchestra
And the orchestra is out of tune
And the band is out of time


All this horror
Perversion
What if the world wasn't ending?

What if the world wasn't ending?
And in every Friday night high street
Drink till you′re sick and eat till you′re full
Cos honey, baby, sugar
It's a fallen world

Ugly children
These are beautiful stories for ugly children
These are beautiful stories for ugly children
These are beautiful stories for ugly children
These are beautiful stories for ugly children
And I couldn′t wait for each song to end
So that the next would begin
The day Harold Wilson died, I cried and cried for hours
It was a pisser and that's no mistake
An as Joe lay dying, kids across the hall were playing
Somewhere there was a party going on


The landlord was a vampire
I was trapped by the vastness of my dreams
What if the world wasn′t ending?
An as Joe lay dying, kids across the hall were playing
Somewhere there was a party going on