The Indelicates - Dirty Diana lyrics

There's grit in her eyes and her teeth There's acid in the joints of her limbs The dawn is shivering grey, coughing to spit The city sings its orders and its hymns Each disease has set up home and settled in There's order to her chaos and her decay When she laughs, she laughs like the Devil And she laughs at your ambition and dismay She will have her revenge On the young who never again Will dare to insult her with attention She'll scratch welts across their faces Scar them, they deserve it, for their comfort and their nerve And their pale flaccid weakness, most of all You disgust her with your books empty of wisdom You disgust her with your stories of yourself She knew leaders, now she sees you on your belly She sees you mewling dumbly for you health She watches as you whine about your nature She watches as you scramble for a [berth?] She's been lonely, a thing of evil Ever since the meek inherited the earth She will have her revenge On the traitors who are content To do no more than exist They'll feel the sting of her sharpened nails Strut by unafraid, you will learn before you pay You'll remember, you'll remember when she's done Shivering upon her in the breathless chill of dawn The press of the silence and the sleep They'll swarm around her, strip her calmly to the bone Pluck out tendon, lung and heartstring, scratch to reap She hates you without cause and without reason She hates you every moment that she wakes There's nothing that you can do to placate her There's nothing you can do to escape [Outro x2] She's a welt on the arse of England A sore on its bleeding lip And she will be waiting, watching for The smile on your face to slip