From the recording In The City's Arms
Lyrics
Ah, vous êtes le gémissement, pas le bang
vers le bas dans votre [ creux ], vous le savez bien -
votre bell jamais sonné
you hide in the corners
in the basements of the world
button-eyes in a paper face
the upper-lip eternally curled
aah - you are the whimper, not the bang
down in your cell, you know it well -
your bell never rang
your mind is a death camp
gang rape in the funhouse
vomiting oceans of suicide up into outerspace
but your letter home won't be read
aah - you are the whimper, not the bang
down in your cell, you know it well -
your bell never rang
aah - all of the whimper, none of the bang
down in your cell, you know it well -
your bell never rang