Nunhead by Black Bordello

Nunhead - they’re gonna take me there someday
So then I get to be dead and gone
And I can lay with you.

Unfair - I’m running but I’m going nowhere
And all my dreams have turned to nightmares
And I can’t tell what’s true.

Try to stop the big boys bringing me down,
Every one of us - we end in the ground.
What’s hot Macbeth? Fight for the crown.
Proud men shout loud, I drown out the sound...

In Nunhead, the dead watch living doing their rounds,
The culture we’ve got left is six feet down
And ghosts don’t shout so loud

Breakdown, I tell you im having a breakdown
[‘cause they’re] So dull you couldn’t even call them clowns!
Get in the Thames and drown.

Mother Superior’s head is on a spike,
Daddy and Cutbush lie side by side.
Crack the yuppie heads and fill them with the seed,
Aint sunny peckham a jolly place to be?
Ahhhh ahhhhh

Never let the bastards get you down,
Every fucker ends up in the ground,
Taking nothing making not a sound.
Ahhhh ahhhhh

The boys are on again about their pride
And which bands they don’t want to sound like,
I’ve drank so much I think I’m going blind,
Ahhhh ahhhhh

I know you’re doing bits and that’s so nice!
But I’ve got an affliction of the mind;
I’d rather dwell in fictions far and wide...
Ahhhhh ahhhhhh

• Jazz
• art rock
• grunge
• post-grunge
• post-rock
• punk
• rock
• triphop
• London