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 Waiting for the death blow 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 Just like the old days Just like the old days 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 One after the other One after the other One after the other
It feels like a hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years One hundred years
Hey don′t save your kisses - just pass ′em around You′ll find my reason - is logically sound Who′s gonna know that you past them around A hundred years from today And why crave a penthouse - that′s fit for a queen You′re nearer heaven - on mamma Earth′s green If you had millions - what would they all me One hundred years from today So (Hey) laugh and sing - make love the thing Be happy while you may (′Cause) There′s always one - beneath the sun Who′s bound to make you feel that way The moon is shining - and that′s a (very) good sign Cling to me closer - say (that) you′ll be mine Remember baby we won′t see it shine A hundred years from today, a hundred years from today
Well a hundred years from now I won′t be crying A hundred years from now I won′t be blue My heart will have to forget that we ever met But I won′t care a hundred years from now
I′ll never forget sweetheart the night you told me That you could Live without my love somehow That′s all in the past I knew it wouldn′t last But I won′t care a hundred years from now