Madame Guillotine (track 1) — текст песни (Legendary Pink Dots)

She washed her hands 300 times but still they`re dripping red.
We caught her in the pauper`s pit, she stole the prince`s head, still
cursing `blasphemy`. O mercy me...
He staggered like a chicken. They lynched him; they left him flinching
then took theirs [sic] seats and kept on knitting.
God bless the noble savage as he swaggers, as he sweats. He`s making
bets on who is next- he doesn`t care about the colour...
(First they rounded up the reds but I`m not red so... Then they rounded
up the blacks but I`m not blacks so...
Then they rounded up the gypsies and the junkies and donkeys. Now I`m
scared to whistle `swanee` cos they`ll ask me for my spit...)
This is the garden that we walk in and it`s dying. So we cut it down.
We`re drowning now.
There`s no way out.
We all fall down.