Green bed of bottles, open to the sky

Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry

He says he's sorry, tender as a lamb

she says, "go", meaning, "stay", meaning, "You have to pay"



Behind the moon / In the dead zone

In the darkness where lovers all are blind



Sources of light in this land of the dead

are electric shocks and blows to the head

The silence broken by his voice alone

saying, "yes", meaning, "no", as he tears down their home



Behind the moon / In the dead zone

I'll still be calling, calling out for you

Behind the moon, when all hope has gone

Well, what else would you have me do?



Green bed of bottles

Green bed of bottles and bottles and...



--

Dave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front (Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!)

Frezier Balzoff (Ottawa), Ontario, Canada Email--aj153@Freenet.carleton.ca

"A man is measured by the depth of his anger."--Eddie

"So he sanded off his winkle with his Black & Decker drill."--Ian Dury