The snow is a recorder That shows where we have been The snow is a detective That makes our actions seen The snow is red and yellow The snow is white and black The snow melts in the morning And then the snow comes back The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow reflects the sky And the sky reflects the snow Clouds break apart above us As we break apart below The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow makes wondrous maps The snow makes subtle lines The snow fills up the spaces The snow falls all the time The snow recieves our echoes And buries them so deep And when the snow thaws The very buildings weep The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow The snow, the snow, the snow, the snow

The town has roofs of slate And the town has roofs of felt There's two distinct environments The natural, the built From the bench upon the hill Between the graveyard and the ditch You can peg out the domains of the poor and of the rich: You can see the towns arteries You can see the towns veins But you can't see the towns heart And you can't explain How the lives of all the people Combine and interact Because the lines in the ground Are just empty facts And when you get down on the street All the order disappears And the smell of authority Is the reek of fear And the fire in the ground And the fire in the stars Sends invisible radiation Through the people and the cars And it cuts the strands of DNA Inside the mortal cells And what edits it is making Only time and science will tell And we could torch the naval dockyards To fix a record of our time But we're not the greatest villains Merely amateurs at crime And the chemist's selling curatives For STDs and lice But the medicine is lying Because life is short and imprecise You can polish up the tabletop And repaint all your walls You can try and clean up every stain No matter what befalls But every contact leaves a trace And living at a modern pace To build a solid airtight case The camera eyes are all in place The fields of view all plotted out (The blind spots slowly blotted out) Remember that Old Bill's about And look before you walk And I find that I must sing the blues Because I've got so much to lose And I don't know when I'll lose it But I know I surely will So I scribble petty tragedies Make mountains of my maladies And titans of my enemies And bastards of my friends "There's scum in the current And a breach below the waterline The rivers flowing backwards And the fish are drowning in the brine The rains are coming down like a hail of liquid lead And the black eyed girl takes rubbings From the headstones of the dead The ink is clogging up the pen The paint won't ever dry The good are lost to entropy The bad won't ever die The tide it keeps on coming in The cliffs are falling down And the law of the claw Is the law of the crown And the lyrics don't mean anything The music even less And the statement was signed In extreme duress And the streets look sick under sodium light And David whispers sweetly of the inmost night And the horror of the empty space is rising like a flood And I must fill up these walls with spraypaint or with blood" But I'm not a violent man Indeed I'm something of a coward And though quick with my opinion I am easily overpowered And I take offence too easily I've had too much practice I don't know what is really me And what the clever act is I'm not sure what is genuine And what is for effect But I'm fairly sure it's true to say There's nothing I respect Not the spirit or the letter Not the graven epitath Not the image, not the word Not the monolith or cenotaph For speaking from black dog depression (With nature's court in bloody session) Life holds many savage lessons And every stone is an expression Senseless of the senseless deeds That they cannot remember Of the wedding in the summer And the funeral in December And though the ghosts thus felt aren't literal They are umbral; They are limnal And they cannot hear the hymnal And they cannot see the tears They are the root of all my fears The town has walls of concrete And the town has walls of brick The town is full of honest folk The town is full of pricks And on the bench upon the hill Between the graveyard and the ditch I neither know, nor do I care Which of us is which

Jackboots in the cradle of civlisation Concrete walls surround the chosen nation Veiled eyes can't see the face of god Shattered hands can't touch the face of god Everything has been destroyed Everything has been destroyed And everything shall be reborn again Everything has been reborn Everything has been reborn And everything shall be destroyed again Ride the lex talionis to global annihilation Cast your stone in the final accusation Reach up and touch the face of god Reach out and smash the face of god Everything has been destroyed Everything has been destroyed And everything shall be reborn again Everything has been reborn Everything has been reborn And everything shall be destroyed again