Buried In The Backyard

(albüm: Lament For The Numb - 1995)

Monkeys do leap on backs
When they get there it's parrot fashion
I wouldn't talk like a stranger
If you knew what could be
Buried in the backyard

Darkness is just hidden by the light
Sometimes I'm paralyzed by the fright of it
I don't mean to be alarmist
But the things that people bury in the backyard

Oh angels in armchairs
With a lust for demons and bad news
Kill the princess put her out of her misery
Do me a favour lock all the doors
And tell me it's just the blues just the blues

You gave me a violent mind
How much of this is honesty
I feel such a stranger
I thought I was a man of peace

Oh angels in armchairs
With a lust for demons and bad news
Kill the princess put her out of her misery
Do me a favour lock all the doors
And tell me it's just the blues just the blues

Oh Angels in armchairs making less of history
Kill the princess put her out of her misery
Do me a favour lock all the doors
And tell me it's just the blues just the blues
You tell me it's just the blues