Vigil-Anti-The Legendary Pink Dots

George had the role of the spokesman Script prepared, took a week to write How their house was an eyesore Kid was an outlaw, wife was a whore Who bored the neighbors Fists were raised, pledges made Over ten grenades and tins of petrol George would strike the first match If they put up a fight Or pulled down the shutters Soldiers blue. Shoulders sunburned See the light dance on their hair The fair and healthy skin The shins of metal. Men of mental discipline Their favorite word It's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers, In the candlelight of ceremonies clandestine where songs are empty Words are anti-this and anti-that. The vigilantes tilt their hats to cleaner sheets, greener valleys Marble queens sing Hallelujah