Lyrics Playing Harp for the Fishes - Wire
A
mute
undertaker
had
something
to
tell
I
stand
at
the
threshold,
I'm
ringing
the
bell
I
was
hoping
for
heaven,
I'd
settle
for
hell
Playing
harp
for
the
fishes,
it's
hard
to
pretend
Playing
Patrolling
the
margins,
inspecting
the
swell
Located
the
body
south
of
Land's
End
I'd
long
missed
the
boat,
the
tide
had
gone
slack
Playing
harp
for
the
fishes,
it's
hard
to
pretend
Playing
The
heat
was
zinc,
my
mood
was
black
I
was
melting,
soaked,
in
a
trackside
shack
I
was
frying
in
heaven,
I
was
diving
to
hell
Playing
harp
for
the
fishes,
it's
hard
to
pretend
Playing
Is
it
always
so?
Is
it
always
so?
Is
it
always
so?
Is
it
always
so?
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