| Song | Our Lady in Chambers |
| Artist | The Legendary Pink Dots |
| Album | Island of Jewels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Our lady on the Bleeding Ground, her satin gown is trailing in the mud. She | |
| ducks a football cos it's Christmas Day and the shells are duds. And Tom | |
| and Jerry drink their Bovril, crawl out from the trenches swap their wives, | |
| and swap addresses til Our Lady's calling time. Then back in line behind | |
| your pistols. Swines in schnitzels. Zyklon Tea. You hear him plea, you | |
| watch him grovel. Give it to him right between the eyes... |