Текст песни 19 - Working Men's Club

A timid dirty whisper
A flicker in the eye
She beckons as he shivers
He lunges as she cries

The graphs paint a picture
Elated and disfigured
A gust of plague beholds them
As the sea reclaims the tide

Bereft of persecution
Mislead in an illusion
That power is a pretense
And nature's place is pretend

Inapt to give a reason
Your mercy is their treason
A rustic storm beholds me
As you quiver and conspire