There are thousands dance to the atrocity of the wartime blues.
He thinks it's a s*** dance but he likes the war and romance.
Animal day, send me to war. Me and the boxer.
Animal day, send me to war, then make a charity.
He has a thing about pretty things and the machines of history.
He lives in a little black box in the midst of obscurity.
All the censored things, the terminal disease,
The filth and obscenity, running the charities
And all the pretty things feeding our memory.
He thinks it's a s*** dance but he likes the war and romance.
Animal day, send me to war. Me and the boxer.
Animal day, send me to war, then make a charity.
He has a thing about pretty things and the machines of history.
He lives in a little black box in the midst of obscurity.
All the censored things, the terminal disease,
The filth and obscenity, running the charities
And all the pretty things feeding our memory.