Monday, 27 March 2017

The Cure: One Hundred Years....

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… Full lyrics on Google Play Music


  1. I was never a big fan of The Cure (though I loved "Killing an Arab"). I give them credit, though. They took punk in a very rich variety of directions.


  2. You had a mispent youth or somfink? The Cure rule!