war is over

war is over

The Psychedelic Furs - Pulse

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My baby paints herself red She paints her hair Her hair is dead She's living in the city With the bodies that scream We are all jesus We all dream See the dancer in there reeling Paint the sky upon the ceiling For useless thoughts of born again So blinded by the filth on sunday Saying the words what an idiot you are Miracle drivel, optical sewer Listens to the flowers fall Paint the words upon the wall This is the pulse of fools like you Who sound so red and turn so blue The sound of uselessness in slumber War is over if you want See the dancers see them reeling Paint the sea upon the ceiling Pulse My baby paints herself red She paints her hair Her hair is dead She's living in the city With the bodies that scream We are all jesus We all dream See the dancers see them reeling Paint the sky upon the ceiling That's pulse [Lyrics by The Psychedelic Furs] ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.