Something Bad Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

I was raised to expect continuity. Instead I get this.. 

The monster has red hair / The monster has green eyes 

She laughs and bites her quarry's nose as she pulls herself astride 

Her double-jointed hips now do their tricks 

and you can hear his plaintive yells 

from the plane-crash craters in the Scottish hill 

to the burning oil wells 

C Something bad is giving birth to a thing which won't melt to your touch 

Something bad is giving birth to something worse and it's going to hurt 

His Reebok shoes let in the rain and he coughs into the dawn 

at he searches for space on the synagogue wall to draw swastikas on 

Job descriptions change on the firing range / All generals are friends 

So it's down to the dole with the molotovs / It's problem time again--C 

You built the metal birds who shrink the skies 

and bring your waitress from the other side of a world 

All these birds bringing death 

You find all of our good, there's only death left 

Big black hawk swinging low over the rat-run streets of the English ghetto 

Clean spirit of the island, home at last / Come on, come on, come on -- crash! 

One man felt ashamed running guns and cocaine 

for his short-term gain, so every one of us must pay 

In his New World Order, you can have some nerve gas with your air 

Thanks to the CIA pussy in the President's chair! 

Something bad is giving birth / See, in the sky its belly bursts! 

Something bad is giving birth / and calls for wounds to slake its thirst 

Something bad is giving birth / No more decay, no more dirt 

Something bad is giving birth / In therefore's name it stalks the earth 

Do you feel you can deal? Can you fuck!