Pram Lyrics

Gash

Dead Piano

In a field stands a broken piano
And the bonfire ate the mattress
Spring broken yellow teeth on a clothesline
Like when my mother's bones popped out of her spine

A little boy stood by a tree
Made a noise like a short stream swish
Turned around and looked at the piano
He pulled off the black keys and I took the ivory

Now brass candlesticks all askew
And the bonfire chewed on someone's old shoes
There weren't any stars over the flames
And the piano was rotten and couldn't play tunes

Flesh

I saw a man skin a rabbit
Blood on the lino, guts to the cat
Beating the eyes out of fishes
Pulling their spines out with a knife

Go buy them oysters, Mrs. Cruel
I'll have my pearls on your bed
Tar in your words, colourful photo
How did your herpes drop in your path

And all my cupboards are full of flesh
Brains and gizzards pickled in jars
And now my house smells of death
Hung up on the hooks and knives of the hunters

He had two lines down in the lake
Brought my mother stolen trout
He hit a pheasant with his right tyre
Brought it home for Sunday lunch

Inmate's Clothes

The way it goes, first they take away your clothes
So you don't know who you are

You're walking down the road
And people are laughing where you go
You look down at your feet
Your shoes are on the wrong feet

And like a polar bear let out into open space
Could only walk the length of its cage

This is what you've become
They let you out, you kill for no reason
Made them think you belong in a cage
You think you belong in a cage

I'm A War

The buckles on her shoes, ribbons in her hair
Mould on the walls, it was a party for a boy
Look at the clothes she wears
Look at her knotted hair
She thinks she is an orphan
Chewing on her cardigan sleeve

But no, you're wrong
I'm a war instead
I'm a war in my head
I'm a war in my head

She was there again, she has thin hair
Hanging round the back door for a slice of bread and butter
I don't like her cos she is dirty
I wear patent leather shoes while she smells
I'm a five year old socialite
And there's dried snot under her nose

But no, you're wrong
Don't want to be restrained
I am a fighter plane
You'll come once again

Pram

I'm a pregnant stick of chalk
My belly touches the floor
Dressed inside a parachute

Every morning I wake, I'm sick into a pan
Can't get through the door anymore

I can't walk and I can't dance
I can't walk and I'm alone
I just want to shed this weight
To feel free, afloat, a feather

She brought me a pram
Patted my stomach and listened
Said it was a monster
Said it was a monster

A big black hulk, chariot
It stands in the hall
The cat's already pissed in it

Dirty Children

Lived on a cabbage reek dump
Had two arms one mouth one eye
Couldn't speak, just waved his fingers

Dirty children

Pressed up against the doorpost
Tongue hung out in concentration
Smelling acid from her stewing liver
He felt the splinters in his neck

It wasn't his fault
It was the man who pickled the starfish
Who pushed him up against the fence
And promised him some tapas money