MARILLION - Fugazi lyrics
rate me(fish / marillion)<br><br>Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell<br>Extinguishing the fires in a private hell<br>Provoking the heartache to renew the licence<br>Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule<br>Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience<br>Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover<br>Baptised in the tears from the real<br>Tears from the real<br><br>Drowning in the liquid seize on the piccadilly line, rat race<br>Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth<br>Caress ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition<br>An albatross in the marrytime tradition<br>Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion<br>Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation<br>She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart<br>She hung herself around my neck<br><br>From the time-life-guardians in their conscience bubbles<br>Safe and dry in my sea of troubles<br>Nine to five with suitable ties<br>Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero<br>Becalm bestill, bewitch<br>Drowning in the real<br><br>The thief of baghdad hides in islingtown now<br>Praying deportation for his sacred cow<br>A legacy of romance from a twilight world<br>The dowry of a relative mystery girl<br>A vietnamese flower, a dockland union<br>A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs<br>Magdalenes contracts more than favours<br>The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat<br><br>A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard<br>Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred<br>Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges<br>This is brixton chess<br>A knight for embankment folds his newspaper castle<br>A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin<br>He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call<br>And linger with the heartburn of good friday's last supper<br><br>Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends<br>While his generation digests high fibre ignorance<br>Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows<br>Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door belsens<br>Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens<br>Waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button<br>The penultimate migration<br>Radioactive perfumes<br>For the fashionably<br>For the terminally insane, insane<br>D-d-do you realise? <br>D-d-do you realise? <br>D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi<br><br>Where are the prophets<br>Where are the visionaries<br>Where are the poets<br>To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary
