The Legendary Pink Dots - Madame Guillotine lyrics

She washed her hands 300 times But still they're dripping red. We caught her in the pauper's pit, She stole the prince's head... Cursing 'blasphemy'... O mercy me... He staggered like a chicken. They lynched him; They left him flinching. Running scared... Took their seats...they kept on knitting. God bless the noble savage As he swaggers As he sweats He's making bets on who is next- He don't care about the colour... So many here to choose from... (First they rounded up the reds But I'm not red so... Then they rounded up the blacks But I'm not black so... Then they rounded up the gypsies And the junkies and donkeys. Now I'm scared to whistle 'swanee' 'Cause they'll ask me for my spit...) It's the garden that we walk in And it's dying...so we cut it down. We're drowning now. There's no way out. We all fall down.