lyrics
The fishwives of Paris singing sad, sad songs,
Heavy medication setting right a thousand wrongs,
Tallulah Bankhead nude and giving head,
Spread-eagled, legs apart, squirming on the bed,
And after that, we jive to the King,
Spin right around and drink too much gin.
And Tallulah sings... and Tallulah sings...
Only the bruises remain, only the bruises remain,
Only the bruises remain, sweet sweet sweet thing.
The piano thumpers bash out tawdry little tunes,
The knowledge that madness is linked to the moon,
I’m sitting dragging long nails through my hair,
Retching and twitching in my white plastic chair.
I spring to my feet and I flit across the floor,
Grab Tallulah and slam her into the door.
And Tallulah sings... and Tallulah sings...
Only the bruises remain, only the bruises remain,
Only the bruises remain, sweet sweet sweet thing.
The orchestra swoop in with my own private soundtrack,
At that exact moment, Tallulah turns back,
And dives for the bottle, right there on the bed.
I sink to my knees with my hands on head,
She towers up above me with a glint in her eye,
The light catches the bottle and I get ready to die.
And Tallulah sings... and Tallulah sings...
Only the bruises remain, only the bruises remain,
Only the bruises remain, sweet sweet sweet thing.
credits
from
Ghosts Destroy Us,
released August 7, 2015
Music: Wilkinson/Seaman/Alderson
Words: Wilkinson
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