The Fatima Mansions Look What I Stole for Us, Darling Lyrics

Viva Dead Ponies Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Angel's Delight
  • 2 Concrete Block
  • 3 Mr. Baby
  • 4 The Door-to-Door Inspector
  • 5 Start the Week
  • 6 You're a Rose
  • 7 Legoland 3
  • 8 Thursday
  • 9 CeauČ™escu Flashback
  • 10 Broken Radio No. 1
  • 11 Concrete Block
  • 12 Look What I Stole for Us, Darling
  • 13 Farewell Oratorio
  • 14 The White Knuckle Express
  • 15 Chemical Cosh
  • 16 Tima Mansio Speaks
  • 17 A Pack of Lies
  • 18 Viva Dead Ponies
  • 19 More Smack, Vicar

  • Aodhagan went hunting for food and money
    through the streets of Walthamstow
    but the dim Sunday passed with nary a catch
    and the dogs came home alone
    Eat me now...
    ("We inspect our genitalia on a regular basis.")

    (I'm) Attacking the ones who are weakest of all
    on their dim walk to work with their eyes slit so small
    for the dawn and the path and their shekels of mine
    Fortune won't smile, I must be brutal or die

    Now I live by the railway with the rest of the coven
    in a hovel vibrating lit by tandoori ovens
    where we keep the ransomees
    We get raided on Fridays, we get drunk when they leave us
    We discuss ways to die, ways we could have gone wrong
    We don't mention the now
    We can see no way out
    We draw skulls on the walls
    We draw blood from our balls
    We play catch with the rats
    (Still) the silence won't crack though we heave and we hack

    Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!
    Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!
    Maybe we're dead, I forgot
    They're hunting us, so maybe not

    Oh, let us mention her torso: heat, electrical chaos
    If it burst she would die, oh, oh, oh
    Wasn't it kind of her to let me in?
    Will it get fat when it's older
    Get all riddled with cancer
    while she stays the same person who is fucking me now?
    See the view from above of the sofa of love
    with the roof cut away, cars and people out there
    and the stains spreading out and out, blood running cold

    Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!
    Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!
    We used to be human beings--not anymore!
    I'll have her washed and brought to you
    so you, my wife, can know her, too!


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