Fatima Mansions, The – Belong Nowhere

No dates to miss, no home to phone

No face to kiss, no good alone

No family, no history, a permenant delinquency

No will to smile, no room to cry

No time to think

Just watch, don’t flinch

Why yes, that’s you in your millionth clinch

You murder every time you blink

Some flee disasters for their lives

You flee the spawn of grubby lies

At one with graveyard dust and shipyard rust

Too loose to trust

You’ll heal so much faster

if your homeland is your master

No dirt-cheap Adriatic sun

No heart of gold back of the gun

No deathcamps built for less than fun

No white man’s bond, no civilization

No right to more than birth and death

from the drivelling drones of the former west

Their credo dead like Brezhnev’s bones

Their headless spears and special malnutrition zones

No deathcamps here, I tell you

Just grey convenience hell

Ten civil wars unended

‘neath billboard signs which yell,

“You need someone pretty

Someone English and shifty……”

CHORUS:

Let the dirt cover all, cover all, cover all

Let the dirt cover all

For it’s the mother of us all and our bed when we fall

We belong nowhere

And by the way, you’re dirt! Dirt! You’re dirt!

Always know your worth

as you roam this mirthless earth–You’re dirt! Dirt!

No sleep, the ‘phone, god knows what time

Just a wordless click on the end of the line

and a thud at the door out back in the dark

as some wirehair creature spins ’round the yard

Why do you run? Why do you hide?

Why do you bruise and then decide?

You didn’t mean it, you didn’t see

Well, now you’re run to rags and so is she

You’ll drink the Balkan brandy

You will forget your name

You will become a captain

and you will lose all shame

You need someone pretty

Someone English and shifty–CHORUS

Let the dirt cover all, cover all, cover all

Let the dirt cover all

From the veil to the shawl

From the flirt to the brawl

We belong nowhere