The Legendary Pink Dots - Our Lady In Kharki lyrics

Our lady on the wall selling poppies for Our Boys. Our price. Our choice. we bought one-watched Our Lady fly confetti fly the city die in flames as tanks spat amber at the Odeon. A soldier on the podium. One leg, a face that's splashed with egg... a roadmap stained by cherry brandy, cracking jokes about The Jerry. And we snatched his helmet, pissed and blew our whistles with the steam. The kettle boiling, so we stamped and screamed for China tea. We're playing Shanghai in the cloisters, s**ing oysters, dipping fingers, finding pearls the size of avacado pears. The treasure's there - a shame there's nowhere left to spend it... Shall we share the powdered milk and wait for God?