Текст песни The Psychedelic Furs

Title - Flowers

see the people dead in cars

see their bodies bleed

i know he's so dead and gone

i think that is free

his body is upon the wall

his teeth are sharp and white

we cut his eyes with razorblades

and out of him comes foul white light

in the eastern carpet store

he is made of dreams

put his picture on the wall

just where the mirror gleams

his body is upon the wall

his teeth are sharp and white

we cut his face with razorblades

and out of him comes foul white light

his power's all around his feet

there's flowers in his heart

if you take the needles out

his body falls apart
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his body is upon the wall

his teeth are sharp and white

we cut his hands with razorblades

and out of him comes foul white light

make a god of politics

make a god of police

worship it with automobiles

worship it with screams

his body is upon the wall

his teeth are sharp and white

he cuts his feet with razorblades

and out of him comes foul white light

make a god of useless drivel

sew it at the seams

float it down the river

where the sewage is the sea

his body is upon the wall

his teeth are sharp and white

he cuts his teeth with razorblades

and out of him came stupid light

that's flowers