Under Glass - The Legendary Pink Dots

The air was thick with scented smoke;

the talk was much to small.

The

words would fall and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat, but

still they spat and groped each other’s fat.

Danced with rubber arms

and granite feet.

The planet creeped.

The ceiling flaked and floated

in the beer.

We stayed clear.

We stayed here, under glass.

And you I know you’re trying though you haven’t got a clue.

See them

laughing in the showers.

Twist and grab a shouting Jew… Did they

ride you through the corridors, make you climb the wall?

Did you fall?

Did she cry?

Did you look for other fools to fry?

To fortify your

island under glass.

I know how and where you work;

it’s written around your collar, sweat