Sex Gang Children Dead Mans Hill Lyrics

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 f*cking 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