Album Name : Pop Crimes
Release Date : 2014-07-01
Song Duration : 4:30
Rowland S. Howard The Golden Age Of Bloodshed
The signs in the sky won't let up
The clouds assume the shape
Of catholic girls with Uzis
All of them on the make
All of them out to make a million
By the time they hit 13
And it's all in the colour
Of the old sun setting
This brand new age of Blood Letting
And it's all in the eyes of me
I'm suspicious of my wife
I suspect she left long ago
I recall my finger on the button of the ejector seat
But I can't recall letting her go
The electric Christ has canonized her
She's surrounded by a chemical glow
It has to be said
It's today's edition of the
Book of the Dead
It has to be said
In this worst of all possible worlds
On this planet of perpetual sorrow
I've found the best of all possible girls
She's as pure and white and bright as tomorrow
My life plays like Grand Guignol
Blood and Portents everywhere
They say they can't remove
these signs from my eyes
But I suspect that they just don't care
I've got a harsh new brand of aftershave
That gives you that thousand yard stare
Why can't you get it
Through your head
Now is the Golden Age of Bloodshed
It needs to be said
In this worst of all possible worlds
On this planet of perpetual sorrows
I've found the best of all possible girls
She's pure and white and bright as tomorrow