Текст песни Brain Blister

In rags in their normal place where diesel machines roar by Pale dawn, at the scrapyard gates Fast food parks and hardware mines Not smiling or frowning they, the shades on the fringe of town, unpaid, idle, lending shape to the gravity which they say has dragged this country down This beautiful country down Close off the backstreets, no-one goes Bring on the ice, the game-shows: brain-blister The bigger the roadside crowd the denser the gameshow cloud There's nothing on that churning screen Just nonsense that might mean: "Like it? Good. No? Tough! Pen them in and shut them up Slow march, eyes right Save all your revolution for your Saturday night!" [(Your curse)?] You earn but you feel oppressed The armour could do with a test Why not betray your lover's trust? Go ahead and push it until it bursts You're back on the streets again No armour, no dreams, no friends The worst pain is behind the eyes Where the killer of futures hides, still hides They've closed the backstreets, you can't hide If you feel brave, just step outside where all tomorrows stink the same Where night vibrates with cries of: Brain-blister Well, we laughed till dawn about the coming hell [...?] We learned to live without rest or hope but [you'll?] never admit we live a joke The patient is fading fast Oh, but ignore it, it's just an act