Lyrics The Month After - The Legendary Pink Dots

The Month After

Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic
Potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit.
On the
Spoons you made rhythm;
I whistled the blues cos
My throats been misused and my voice is a crack in The tar.
In the jar is a tablet they sent in the post,
With a pamphlet.
With an order;
«Take this when the
Pain gets too much!"I confess I feel nothing at all. ..
I’m bored and you’re bald, but I laughed when you
Called me the snail.
My red trail runs behind me.
I’m guilty, no secrets.
You’re not such a picture
Yourself--but your brown eyes I know so very well.
They’re sadder and wiser;
We’ve finally been
Through it all.
Now our time’s slowly ticking away.
Do you think there’s a heaven?