Holy Shamoly, said the priest to the girl,
As he wrapped his arms around her,
And his guts became her world,
She said I can't take any more,
No I can't take any more,
And she could taste the christ,
Breath the church,
Smell the crucifixion,
Of another fallen angel, hooked up on false religion.
She's gotta Hole for a soul,
She's gotta sad, sad tale to tell,
She's gotta Hole for a soul,
Of being twisted in a living hell.
Crikey Moses, he said with bottle in his hand,
Fingers worn thin down to the bone,
From working on the promised land,
Fingers worn thin, tattered and torn from scratching,
All this blood and sand,
Said I can't take any more,
No I can't take any more,
He had a loving wife,
Doting child,
An Englishman's castle for his home,
Every mile stood this broken man,
And every two stood this broken man's dream.
He's gotta Hole for a soul,
He's gotta sad, sad tale to tell,
He's gotta Hole for a soul,
Of being twisted in a living hell.
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- How To Make Friends And Influence People
- Shaving Peaches
- Regular Urban Survivors
- Formaldehyde
- Super Delux
- BBC In Concert (Live)
- Good to Go
- Take the Money and Run
- Whales and Dolphins
- This Is Heavy Rock
- Live in London - 15th Anniversary Tour
- For One Night Only
- Whales and Dolphins - The Best Of
- BBC In Concert (6th June 1993)
- Phoenix: The Album
- The Essential Terrorvision
- Buried Treasure: Rare Tracks, Forgotten Gems
- Classic Rock
- Essential Terrorvision