Diamond Bollocks

Looking back at some deadworld that looks so new Offices and fountains that they named for you Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom Hari-karis spinning round the golden looms Girl you dream infectious from a nauseous heart Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards Hear that lonesome whistle blow No direction to be known In a senile revelry A tearful gaze turns away Emoting cold and grey Scentec eunuchs clothe our wretchedness Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Offices and fountains that they named for you So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face Terrorist confections look so out of place Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Looking back at some dead world that looks so new Looking back at some dead world that looks so new