Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pools Of Mercury , by - Jim Carroll. Release date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Pools Of Mercury |
| Sirens begin, the red light spins |
| Hungry go the thieves |
| Betty’s in the sandbox trying to detox |
| She always wears long sleeves |
| Desdemona in a red kimona can’t get off the bench |
| Her bolts are fused, her limbs can’t move |
| Someone better find a wrench |
| Got no past, they can’t last |
| Future’s like a curse |
| What’s best for them is always bought |
| At the price of something worse |
| Wren’s heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes |
| Her baby’s in a brillo box |
| She’s on one knee with key after key |
| Trying to find the right lock |
| By the pulp of her fears |
| And the shape of her tears |
| You can tell tomorrow’s weather |
| She bends her skin in the shape of her sins |
| To keep herself together |
| Got no past, they can’t last |
| The future’s like a hearse |
| What’s best for them is always bought |
| At the price of something worse |
| Got no past, I can’t last |
| The future’s like a curse |
| I’m swimming in pools of mercury |
| Making sense of the end of the century |
| They want to -- outside |
| They want to -- outside |
| They want to scream outside |
| They want to search outside |
| They want to lose outside |
| They want to beg outside |
| They want to have sex outside |
| They want to -- outside |
| They want to pray outside |
| They want to buy outside |
| They want to dream outside |
| They want to pine outside |
| They want to -- outside |
| They want to sleep |
| They only want to be alone outside |
| Carl’s been burned |
| Better return him back to central casting |
| Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers |
| Are useless without laces |
| So she rides the snake till she grows wings |
| And flies to better places |
| Got no past, they can’t last |
| The future’s like a hearse |
| What’s best for them is always bought |
| At the price of something worse |
| Got no past, I can’t last |
| The future’s like a curse |
| I’m swimming in pools of mercury |
| Making sense of the end of the century |
| It’s dawn, their faces worn |
| Rain like a female feathers |
| I’m swimming in pools of mercury |
| Making sense of the end of the century |
| Got no past, they can’t last |
| The future’s like a hearse |
| What’s best for them is always bought |
| At the price of something worse |