Pulsing Pulsing Lyrics - Xtc

Pulsing pulsing, 

There's a beat in his arm still. 

Pulsing pulsing, 

Like the throb of an anthill. 

Pulsing pulsing, 

No death in the rain. 

I've been washing my hands, 

In the stuff I wash my brains. 

I'm pulsing. 

You're pulsing. 

Who's pulsing?. 

What's pulsing?. 

Pulsing pulsing, 

There's a lump in his throat still. 

Pulsing pulsing, 

At the site of a crash throw. 

Pulsing pulsing, 

No push in the vein. 

I've been washing my hands, 

In the stuff I wash my brains.