Текст песни Pulsing Pulsing - XTC

Pulsing pulsing,
There′s a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
I′m pulsing.
You're pulsing.
Who's pulsing?.
What′s pulsing?.
Pulsing pulsing,
There′s a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.