The Golden Age Of Bloodshed

The signs in the sky won't let up

The clouds assume the shape

Of Catholic girls with Uzis

All of them on the make

All of them out to make a million

By the time they hit thirteen

And it's all in the colour of the old sun setting

This brand new age of blood letting

And it's all in the eyes of me

I'm suspicious of my wife

I suspect she left long ago

I recall my finger on the button of the ejector seat

But I can't recall letting her go

The electric Christ has canonised her

She's surrounded by a chemical glow

It has to be said

It's today's edition of the book of the dead

It has to be said

In this worst of all possible worlds

On this planet of perpetual sorrows

I found the best of all possible girls

She's as pure and white and bright

As tomorrow

My life plays like Grand Guignol

Blood and portents everywhere

They say they can't remove these signs from my eyes

But I suspect that they just don't care

I've got a harsh new brand of aftershave

That gives you that thousand yard stare

Why can't you get it through your head

Now is the golden age of bloodshed

It needs to be said

In this worst of all possible worlds

On this planet of perpetual sorrows

I found the best of all possible girls

She's pure and white and bright

As tomorrow