Poison in a Pretty Pill Lyrics
| Song | Poison in a Pretty Pill |
| Artist | Crass |
| Album | Penis Envy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crass | |
| Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper, | |
| Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause. | |
| They say, "Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise", | |
| This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores. | |
| Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity, | |
| They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass. | |
| Is your reflection all that you will recognise? | |
| That cruel lie will stare you in the face. | |
| Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown, | |
| They tell your lover he must hold a gun. | |
| You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man, | |
| They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags, | |
| Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags, | |
| Hairless legs against the blistered napalms burn. | |
| I want to rape the substance of your downy hair, | |
| In that mist a gutted child fights for air. | |
| Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound | |
| Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound, | |
| Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield. | |
| At least the blood-red poppy was of nature will, | |
| That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence | |
| Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence | |
| Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now, | |
| You traumatise my love with needle doubts, | |
| I want so gently to remove your mask. | |
| It's hard enough to find water here | |
| In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear | |
| Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Your bondages of silky robes and lace | |
| Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpses, | |
| The layers of precious imitation worn | |
| Are the layers of history to suffocate the unborn. | |
| Poison, poison, poison, poison | |
| Poison, poison, poison, poison | |
| Poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Poison in a pretty pill, etc... |
| zuo ci : Crass | |
| Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper, | |
| Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause. | |
| They say, " Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise", | |
| This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores. | |
| Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity, | |
| They' ll have you gathered in a trap of glass. | |
| Is your reflection all that you will recognise? | |
| That cruel lie will stare you in the face. | |
| Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown, | |
| They tell your lover he must hold a gun. | |
| You' re the pornographic reassurance he' s a man, | |
| They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags, | |
| Red lips, shimmersilk and bodybags, | |
| Hairless legs against the blistered napalms burn. | |
| I want to rape the substance of your downy hair, | |
| In that mist a gutted child fights for air. | |
| Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound | |
| Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound, | |
| Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield. | |
| At least the bloodred poppy was of nature will, | |
| That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence | |
| Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence | |
| Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now, | |
| You traumatise my love with needle doubts, | |
| I want so gently to remove your mask. | |
| It' s hard enough to find water here | |
| In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear | |
| Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Your bondages of silky robes and lace | |
| Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpses, | |
| The layers of precious imitation worn | |
| Are the layers of history to suffocate the unborn. | |
| Poison, poison, poison, poison | |
| Poison, poison, poison, poison | |
| Poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Poison in a pretty pill, etc... |
| zuò cí : Crass | |
| Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper, | |
| Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause. | |
| They say, " Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise", | |
| This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores. | |
| Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity, | |
| They' ll have you gathered in a trap of glass. | |
| Is your reflection all that you will recognise? | |
| That cruel lie will stare you in the face. | |
| Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown, | |
| They tell your lover he must hold a gun. | |
| You' re the pornographic reassurance he' s a man, | |
| They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags, | |
| Red lips, shimmersilk and bodybags, | |
| Hairless legs against the blistered napalms burn. | |
| I want to rape the substance of your downy hair, | |
| In that mist a gutted child fights for air. | |
| Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound | |
| Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound, | |
| Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield. | |
| At least the bloodred poppy was of nature will, | |
| That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence | |
| Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence | |
| Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now, | |
| You traumatise my love with needle doubts, | |
| I want so gently to remove your mask. | |
| It' s hard enough to find water here | |
| In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear | |
| Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Your bondages of silky robes and lace | |
| Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpses, | |
| The layers of precious imitation worn | |
| Are the layers of history to suffocate the unborn. | |
| Poison, poison, poison, poison | |
| Poison, poison, poison, poison | |
| Poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Poison in a pretty pill. | |
| Poison in a pretty pill, etc... |
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