Sex Gang Children - Python Dance

In the reign of logic lies the hunger
rudely stamped my shadow and I, ordered my thoughts to sleep all night, the dogs howl grows a mothers grief to the slaughter of German logic.
A suicide where no one dies
Python dance and love on the phone
stripey toothpaste for the plastic home, I
was a pixie led and honor bound.
The Janus face is lost in space
Honest blue eyes, oh passer by with sightless steeps to the clinging tree
in another place, another face
Oh passer by who cares for me?
Wandering hands that blow in the wound but tucked in my belt they never felt
Oh passer by who'll pray for me?
My hair and the gun are on the run
Serve the faithful, feed the fish learn to talk to your satellite dish. Oh passer by who cares for me?
Christ forgotten in a pawn shop beneath the wedding bed, above the grave in a bone cage for the soul