Wall Purges Night lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Legendary Pink Dots
Album: Curse

Lyrics

Right hand raised. the left plants stickers - picking out the deviant. a
Choice of colours, inclinations, factions that see only red. he wants them
Dead. he kills them in his mirror when it's dark... and when he thinks that
No-one is looking he spreads the spraypaint and leaves his mark. swastikas
Shout out from walls, they're tattooed on a million fists. clenched
Together, safe in numbers... waving from the precipice. fodder! plod on
Down your icy path... a cannon is waiting for the fodder. enlightenment
Comes with a blast. a bang. a bangabangabang..

Another place. a different story. fingers play with stale cigars. business
Creeks, the warehouse leaks, the chairman sold his daughter's car. he's
Reading charts and sharpening knives for cutting when the time seems right -
For him alone. no pause for mercy if the victim's out of sight

Equality is a word for cranks to shout out as the batons swing. it's
Beautiful in theory... he knows it's not for him. he's got his fodder!

In higher places, clocks chime for the meeting of the lords. they stay
Discreet as guilty secrets cause no shame behind closed doors. a portion for
The megabomb. a portion for the queen... can't forget the army or the law
'Cos they have to keep the cities clean. and sure they know they'll get
Their way as protests echo from the streets. (the blood is thicker from the
Streets) his hired guns and sheets of armor gives them shelter through the
Heat! the fodder..

But there are other bullets, other walls, where justice cries in shiny red
Where reason dies and passion burns persuasion's just a hole in the head
Purges after midnight... there's no discretion in the mass. a volley. a
Silence as they cover up the mess

Don't kid yourself. you're civilized - it could happen anywhere
In choking cities, steaming jungles... maybe even here