The Cure One Hundred Years (Live) lyrics

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 around

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 the shadows and deliverance under a black flag

A hundred years of blood crimson
A 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
One hundred years, a hundred years
A hundred years, hundred years