Our Lady In Kharki Lyrics - Legendary Pink Dots

Our lady on the wall selling poppies for Our Boys. Our price. Our choice. 

we bought one-watched Our Lady fly confetti fly the city die in flames as 

tanks spat amber at the Odeon. A soldier on the podium. One leg, a face 

that's splashed with egg... a roadmap stained by cherry brandy, cracking 

jokes about The Jerry. And we snatched his helmet, pissed and blew our 

whistles with the steam. The kettle boiling, so we stamped and screamed for 

China tea. We're playing Shanghai in the cloisters, sucking oysters, dipping 

fingers, finding pearls the size of avacado pears. The treasure's there - a 

shame there's nowhere left to spend it... Shall we share the powdered milk 

and wait for God? 

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