A slow poison, creeping handwriting and crawling words
A little bell around our neck, maybe a chain to make things worse
Those symbols carved across your face, is that fire in your eyes?
Say hello to the shadow of another confetti drenched disguise...
To keep the joyous from their laughter, join with me and count to ten
Back to the land of happy absence, then kicking and screaming back again
A few b***ons here and a lever there, keep that dull mind thinking
Bury yourself betwixt a pair of legs and round the night off drinking
Come on absence, you son of a b****, give us your best shot
We know you are a beautiful word, now show us what you got
Bang bang like f****** pinball, a Kodak moment from the books of the blessed
Snowed under with Kafka eyes, bikini smiles, the easily impressed
Snow storm world, primary colours, a Road to Damascus air of clarity
Like Paul we're blinded, on our knees and converted instantly
Come on absence, you son of a b****, give us your best shot
We know you are a beautiful word, now show us what you got
Now living with mediocrity with neither the time nor the inclination
To wash my hands, to blow my kisses or resist temptation
Picking away, the cities filthy wounds, to make a feast, to recriminate
The underbelly has fallen, we strike, we a**assinate!
Come on absence, you son of a b****, give us your best shot
We know you are a beautiful word, now show us what you got
A little bell around our neck, maybe a chain to make things worse
Those symbols carved across your face, is that fire in your eyes?
Say hello to the shadow of another confetti drenched disguise...
To keep the joyous from their laughter, join with me and count to ten
Back to the land of happy absence, then kicking and screaming back again
A few b***ons here and a lever there, keep that dull mind thinking
Bury yourself betwixt a pair of legs and round the night off drinking
Come on absence, you son of a b****, give us your best shot
We know you are a beautiful word, now show us what you got
Bang bang like f****** pinball, a Kodak moment from the books of the blessed
Snowed under with Kafka eyes, bikini smiles, the easily impressed
Snow storm world, primary colours, a Road to Damascus air of clarity
Like Paul we're blinded, on our knees and converted instantly
Come on absence, you son of a b****, give us your best shot
We know you are a beautiful word, now show us what you got
Now living with mediocrity with neither the time nor the inclination
To wash my hands, to blow my kisses or resist temptation
Picking away, the cities filthy wounds, to make a feast, to recriminate
The underbelly has fallen, we strike, we a**assinate!
Come on absence, you son of a b****, give us your best shot
We know you are a beautiful word, now show us what you got