Three Sided Coin

Retell the old tales Retail's complete hell we need some Detail That's why I've been staring at the stem of this plant For like the last day and a half The last day and a half The last Now the three sided coin buys the bow legged calf and we've been Sucking out the milk from its mother's teat incessantly So come on, pump us full of nothingness and hear us sing the melody And watch us dance the thin line between The in thing and integrity Vacuum-packed Shrink-wrapped Wartime Spam-bots Following the stories of the day In a hands-off Dandruff-in-your-sandwich kind of way Infinite Distraction Now the distance between objects can be measured out in fractions But the distance between people is a scale that we can't balance We're frail Our hearts haven't had time to try fathom The scales of old dragons Are nails in gold coffins This island of England Oh, England We set out from this place For murder and murder And then we squared it away like it did not occur When people are Lost they need people to Join But beware of the Three Sided Coin When people are Hurt they need people to Blame But beware of the Fear You Can't Name I take the bins out, it's raining The kids are on the pavement with their hoods up Waiting for buses And on the radio someone's complaining Saying until now, they've never discussed it in public Same thing as yesterday Careful with the hot tap Cold to burning in a second Clothes on Stare in the mirror Aware of the process of life slipping out of the eyes Deodorise Mentholated paste on the bristles Scrub the enamel Now shoelace Hands like somebody else's Where are the hands from before? I was ten years old once Life got quiet last night Station platform Coffee from the man in the hut with the stutter I see a friend from school but we ignore one another I flick through the papers instead Aching legs Pounding head I can't wait for the weekend I'm staying in bed In the mouth of a breaking wave In the mouth of a breaking storm Shaken Thinking something is coming The sky's an unusual colour The weather is doing unusual things And our leaders aren't even pretending not to be demons So where is the good heart to go but inwards? Why not lock all the doors and Bolt all the windows? All I am are my doubts and suspicions I against You against We against Them This is how it begins And this is how it will end