Hawksley Workman - k**ed By The Common Cold lyrics

k**ed by the common cold. Rock and roll is getting old And savages we need to be The future depends on how far back we can see So turn off the TV I don't need any more reason to fear that the end is near That seems perfectly clear And suffering has strange appeal(?) The thing you held onto is no longer real Lovers lie silent in bed Not really living, but, not really dead So turn off the TV The empty colonial powers that be are now running scared from the tolling bell (?) And mythical Jesus, you died for our sins or was it a license for the things that we did in the name of advancement, in God and in fear Beautiful Jesus, what are we doing here A posthumous word to thee An account of a spiritual bankruptcy Like a note left beside the bed When you read it don't cry or shake your head We're a spark in eternity That so briefly lit up what should never have been