The Cure «One Hundred Years» Lyrics

It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio

Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me
Meet my mother,
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow

Stroking your hair
As the patriots are shot
Fighting for freedom
On the television
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything?
She struggles to get away
The pain and the creeping feeling,
A little black haired girl
Waiting for Saturday
The death of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face into the mirror
Aching inside me and turn me round
Just like the old days
Just like the old days
Just like the old days

Caressing an old man
Painting a lifeless face
Just a piece of new meat
In a clean room
The soldiers close in
Under a yellow moon
All shadows and deliverance
Under a black flag
A hundred years of blood
Crimson the ribbon
Tightens round my throat
I open my mouth
And my head bursts open
A sound like a tiger
Thrashing in the water
Thrashing in the water
Over and over we die
One after the other
Over and over we die
One after the other
After the other
After the other
After the other
After the other
After the other

It feels like a hundred years
One hundred years
One hundred years
One hundred years
One hundred years