LYRIC FOR SALE

By Pete Higginson

Nicolette.
(Em)


1.
Don’t turn to the mirror Nicolette,


We may not make four eyes again.


Your eyes are deeper than a well


And they see those alive in hell.


They’ve left red handprints on your wall;


But you are not concerned at all.



Chorus:


Every liberty is taken;


Your darkness dear would frighten Satan.


I hate the deeds of the Nicolaitans


But I love your silhouette;


And I live to see you in your black dress


Nicolette.



2.
This President’s fortune was well hid:
They’ve gone and buried him in the pyramid.

You hear the chorus of the slaves,
You’ve walked barefoot across their graves.

A limousine is sent to wait.
You deign not to communicate.



3.
They’ve electrified the city square-
Won’t be no more demonstrations there.

You turn a cocktail into blood.
Your mind’s exempt from neighbourhood.

You could be the blackness of the State;
You sure is the madness at my gate.