作曲 : Nick Cave/Warren Ellis Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't And what we have now will, will never be that way again So we call upon the author to explain Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets We’ve shunned them from the greasy grind The poor little things they look so sad and old As they mount us from behind I ask them to desist and to refrain And then we call upon the author to explain Well, a rosary clutched in his hand He died with tubes up his nose And a cabal of angels with, with finger cymbals Chanted his name in code We shook our fists at the puni******ng rain And we called upon the author to explain He said, everything is messed up 'round here Everything is b****** and jejune There’s a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me In this idiot constituency of the moon Well, he knew exactly who to blame And we call upon the author to explain Well, prolix, prolix Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix Well I, I go guruing down the street And young people gather 'round my feet And they ask me things but I don’t know where to start They ignite the powder trail straight to my father’s heart And yeah, once again I call upon the author to explain Yeah, we call upon the author to explain Well, who is this great burdensome slavering dog thing That mediocres my every thought? I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker It’s ****** up and he is a ****** But what an enormous and encyclopedic brain I call upon the author to explain Yeah, we call upon the author to explain, alright, yeah Well, rampant discrimination Mass poverty, third world debt Infectious disease, global inequality And deepening socio-economic divisions Well, it does in your brain We call upon the author to explain Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window“ Hey, Doug, how you been?” Well, he brings me a book on holocaust poetry Complete with pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the rain And we call upon the author to explain Well, you know I say prolix, prolix Some a pair of scissors can’t fix Bukowski was a jerk, Berryman was the best He wrote like wet paper maché but he went the HemingwayWeirdly on wings and with maximum pain We call upon the author to explain Yeah well, I call upon the author to explain Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see they've published Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish Well, the waves, the waves were soldiers moving Well, thank you, ya thank you, thank you And again I call upon the author to explain Yeah, I call upon the author to explain I call upon the author to explain Yeah, we call upon the author to explain I said, prolix, prolix There's nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix
作曲 : Nick Cave/Warren Ellis Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't And what we have now will, will never be that way again So we call upon the author to explain Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets We’ve shunned them from the greasy grind The poor little things they look so sad and old As they mount us from behind I ask them to desist and to refrain And then we call upon the author to explain Well, a rosary clutched in his hand He died with tubes up his nose And a cabal of angels with, with finger cymbals Chanted his name in code We shook our fists at the puni******ng rain And we called upon the author to explain He said, everything is messed up 'round here Everything is b****** and jejune There’s a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me In this idiot constituency of the moon Well, he knew exactly who to blame And we call upon the author to explain Well, prolix, prolix Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix Well I, I go guruing down the street And young people gather 'round my feet And they ask me things but I don’t know where to start They ignite the powder trail straight to my father’s heart And yeah, once again I call upon the author to explain Yeah, we call upon the author to explain Well, who is this great burdensome slavering dog thing That mediocres my every thought? I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker It’s ****** up and he is a ****** But what an enormous and encyclopedic brain I call upon the author to explain Yeah, we call upon the author to explain, alright, yeah Well, rampant discrimination Mass poverty, third world debt Infectious disease, global inequality And deepening socio-economic divisions Well, it does in your brain We call upon the author to explain Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window“ Hey, Doug, how you been?” Well, he brings me a book on holocaust poetry Complete with pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the rain And we call upon the author to explain Well, you know I say prolix, prolix Some a pair of scissors can’t fix Bukowski was a jerk, Berryman was the best He wrote like wet paper maché but he went the HemingwayWeirdly on wings and with maximum pain We call upon the author to explain Yeah well, I call upon the author to explain Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see they've published Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish Well, the waves, the waves were soldiers moving Well, thank you, ya thank you, thank you And again I call upon the author to explain Yeah, I call upon the author to explain I call upon the author to explain Yeah, we call upon the author to explain I said, prolix, prolix There's nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix
