One Hundred Years (Bestival Live 2011)

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
 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
 It feels like a hundred years
 A hundred years