Lyrics Number Eight Wire - Ed Dowie
Don't
take
any
of
the
advice
Proffered
to
you
when
it
comes
with
a
knife
I
renounce
the
light
and
hide
While
an
orchestra
begins
to
surmise
Palm
in
hand,
reverting
to
type
Precious
metals
in
mercurial
eyes
The
results
a
thousand
times
Show
the
message
is
a
permanent
lie
Don't
be
frightened,
I'll
be
alive
As
you
come
prepared
to
follow
alike
And
with
one
pounce
the
light
has
a
power
within
that
shatters
divine
Don't
take
any
of
my
advice
Especially
when
it
comes
to
you
with
a
smile
I
renounce
the
light
and
try
To
pretend
I
know
what
happens
at
night
Paranoid
dyspepsia
Paranoid
dyslexia
Paranoid
dyspepsia
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