Spitting Blood -

Now we’re spitting blood, spitting blood

Like the golden sun god, golden sun god

I was born into plastic fame

Read his tattoo

But it don’t matter, were all in the same

Ship sailing to what we hold as true

I got the star of David hanging over me

But oh mother Mary I find it hard to believe

That some ones hands no different to mine

Could be hung on a wall, held as divine

We are so happy, happy to see

All of our children will run blind and free

Across concrete fields of broken glass

With five-year-olds having heart attacks

You fed 'em to well on TV

Cut me, I won’t even bleed

My blood’s as lazy as the mums and dads

Whose fantastic mundane can’t all be bad

So lets just keep eating more

More, more, more, more and more

And then we all go throw up on the poor

Outside I’m lying, inside I’m dead

The tears in my eyes fall from books I have read

If I could talk to you and only speak the truth

All this wolf noise wouldn’t start calling now

When I talk to you, when I talk to you

When I talk to you, when I talk to you

When I talk to you, when I talk to you

When I talk to you, when I talk to you

When I talk to you!

Now we’re spitting blood

Like the golden sun god