Verlaines Makes No Difference
I see in your eyes that they don't refuse And I see in those same eyes a huge reflection Of whatever the back-drop sees
And you'll wipe it good and you'll wipe it clean And say, "I'll see you in the death machine tomorrow Unless somebody's god intervenes." And I'll see you there but you sure won't see me
I see in your eyes that they look over To bluer sky and greener clover But you're only allowed to see through me
And I walk home and I try to sleep But it's quiet in the death machine this evening Since I left the pub with the key And I'd give it you back but you'd only foot the bill on me
And so the tiller man will take hold The shady bastards will come to make you bleed And you'll wipe it good and you'll wipe it clean And say, "I'll see you in the death machine tomorrow Unless somebody's god intervenes." And the day will come and it'll make no difference to me