Flies on Venus

Roller-balled in culture wars

More like roadkill now all those furs you’ve dressed up in

And that little black number’s ripped and stained from where you cloyed your lips with loathing

Grubby skin sticking to your clothes aggravates the bruising

Now she needs a wash and scrub with soap and water What she gets is head-shaved and the fire and lime Disown the suspicion and the fear and sadness It’s the stink of men that left the flies on Venus Disown the suspicion and the fear and sadness It’s the stink of men that left the flies on Venus Now she needs a wash and scrub with soap and water What she gets is head-shaved and the fire and lime Beauty worse than wasted shattered cracked and shredded Nothing like a prototype to sentence to the curse of a lifetime Famished in the plenty by a sick-thought secret Waited on with jealousy to bitter ends Someone led the massacre in dangerous memories Now it’s something desperate not to make a sound again Now she needs a wash and scrub with soap and water What she gets is head-shaved and the fire and lime Disown the suspicion and the fear and sadness It’s the stink of men that left the flies on Venus Take a little just another add a touch Round it off with a top up and sinking down now over again Take a little just another add a touch Round it off with a top up and sinking down now over again Take a little just another add a touch Round it off with a top up and sinking down now over again Cold Wind Look past tomorrow To a brightest day Keep to the shadows Softly steal away Don’t look back And don’t let go ‘Til you feel my breath Don’t let go To your lone resistance Just a foxhole prayer One day more tomorrow Will I find you there Will it find me with you Would you know me still Don’t let go When you feel the cold wind You’re not alone Don’t look back When you feel my breath Don’t let go Don’t let go