Dead Man's Hill - Sex Gang Children

I played the fool on Dead Mans' Hill

Was the only thing I could have done

But that mask just stuck to me

Hang my face and don’t turn around

Weasel words that bite the hook, follow me into the flame

Courtesan, call to arms, she brought pills, and I brought the gun

That trout fish arse stole my heart

In a world I can’t kiss any more

In your face and out of space, in the silence I came after you

Sweet solo

I paid the price for all things nice

Abandoned to the license of Rome

In monotone and market squares, oh I could of if I had been pissed

But I’m cold, so fucking cold, no more words no more roses for you

You can die free of charge, with a hole in my heart just for you

Sweet solo