The Three Shadows Songtext

von Bauhaus

Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed pus.

Oh gentlemen, with your fish
That you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes at me.
But I will always exist
Because I alway sexist
Damn good too
The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile.
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty
And Oedipus Rex complexes
...riddle my closed bloated breast.

Oh gentlemen
Swallow your prayers
Because the wind makes a mockery of men
Your soul becomes a fish
You swim in idle waters and drink other fishes piss
Your soul feeds on fish
On piss, puss and men
Who in turn, become as you have become,
A fish
No, not even that, but a symbol of a fish
Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots
A ripple of life in tin
This tin could become your world too
So choose between this and water
Choose between tin and piss
Do you still feel thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Are you thirsty now
Do you still feel
Thirsty
Thirsty now