The Street of Many Murders

Tear off the roof, let in the sky
 Take the shutters from our eyes
 Pull back the curtains to these lives
 Behind these windows are pigs and sties
 But just seconds from where they stand
 A dying world of throats and hands
 But just seconds from where they stand
 A dying world of throats and hands
 Kissed with blood, kissed with bile
 With these fingers murder dialled
 With broken hearts and broken smiles
 We spurt blood on white tiles
 But just seconds from where they stand
 A dying world of throats and hands
 But just seconds from where they stand
 A dying world of throats and hands
 I am dying in your eyes
 Grow a harvest for the scythe
 Follow a long shot to the street
 Where the real world meets and bleats
 But just seconds from where they stand
 A dying world of throats and hands
 But just seconds from where they stand
 A dying world of throats and hands