One Hundred Years Lyrics - Pornography - The Cure

It doesn't matter if we all die 

ambition in the back of a black car 

in a high building there is so much to do 

going home time 

a story on the radio 

something small falls out of your mouth 

and we laugh 

a prayer for something better 

a prayer 

for something better 

Please love me 

meet my mother 

but the fear takes hold 

creeping up the stairs in the dark 

Waiting for the death blow 

waiting for the death blow 

waiting for the death blow 

stroking your hair as the patriots are shot 

fighting for freedom on the television 

sharing the world with slaughtered pigs 

have we got everything? 

she struggles to get away . . . 

The pain 

and the creeping feeling 

a little black haired girl 

waiting for saturday 

the death of her father pushing her 

pushing her white face into the mirror 

aching inside me 

and turn me round 

just like the old days 

just like the old days 

just like the old days 

just like the old days 

Caressing an old man 

and painting a lifeless face 

just a piece of new meat in a clean room 

the soldiers close in under a yellow moon 

all shadows and deliverance 

under a black flag 

a hundred years of blood 

crimson 

the ribbon tightens round my throat 

i open my mouth 

and my head bursts open 

a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water 

thrashing in the water 

over and over 

we die one after the other 

over and over 

we die one after the other 

one after the other 

one after the other 

one after the other 

one after the other 

It feels like a hundred years 

a hundred years 

a hundred years 

a hundred years 

a hundred years 

one hundred years 

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