Hell

Unreleased. An outtake from Made In England.
== Lyrics: ==
Take a look around, there ain't no angels here
Just a big red moon all bloody and dirty
Coughing like a factory in the atmosphere
Take a happy face, stick it on the Middle East
There's a light switch broken
And a million fingers pointing at each other
For a minute's peace
Sweet talking baby Jane
She's a little golden tart
Looks like Cleopatra, acts like Joan Crawford
Rolling on a carpet with an ice pick in her heart
chorus:
And it's all or nothing
I feel like jumping
Where are my wings, what's my ETA
And I don't know all that is
Like the place where angels live
All I know is Hell is not below
See Joe Public hanging from a red-tipped noose
Trapped in a bottle, drowning with a genie
Waist-deep in wishes you can never use
At the last resort the geishas spread like flies
It's the moody black cloud all bitchy and muddy
Sticking to the ceiling like Gods on the night
Running in the river since she was only five years old
Only took a second as the windows shattered
Falling precious metal to suck out her soul
(repeat chorus)
(repeat chorus)
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