Kieran Leonard - Harold Pinter Is Dead lyrics

Give me a definition of sweet redemption; Haircuts, t-shirts, disaffected egos creeping through the discos in the corners of the scene Greasing up the shillings, living in the seams; Empty rooms, empty chairs, empty eyes with empty stares But mouths keep moving, talking between cigarettes; Trading inhibition for the benefit of student debt Is our culture bigger than nature? Well the girl on the steps says she needs you to taste her And you've got tattoos, and Top Man shoes, twenty Marlboro Lights, and tragically nothing else to lose This could be the d**h of us all This could be the rise and the fall Henry Thoreau and Walt Whitman, couldn't put my soul back together again The newspaper said "Harold Pinter is Dead" I've got the homecoming blues again The crowd starts screaming "you're the one", your girlfriend complains, "Are we having fun?" All your rivals become your disciples Taking your words for their own Mistaking your stool for a throne; You give them a saviour: They won't let you live You give them a saviour: They won't let you live This could be the d**h of us all This could be the rise and the fall Henry Thoreau and Walt Whitman, couldn't put my soul back together again The newspaper said "Harold Pinter is Dead" I've got the homecoming blues again The mob helps you to carry the cross The little girls weep in a smear of lip gloss Paying the father to forgive the sins The television feed, the anchorman grins You give them a saviour: They won't let you live You give them a saviour: they won't let you live This could be the d**h of us all This could be the rise and the fall Henry Thoreau and Walt Whitman, couldn't put my soul back together again The newspaper said "Harold Pinter is Dead" I've got the homecoming blues again So ban the bombs and ban the dogs Ban the lovers, ban the thugs Ban the reasons, ban the choices Ban the weather, ban the voices Ban the booze, ban the d** Ban the birds and ban the bees Ban the colours and ban the trees Ban the boys down on their knees We all go on like before