Hell

Unreleased. An outtake from Made In England.

Lyrics:
Take a look around, there ain't no angels here Just a big red moon all bloody and dirty Coughing like a factory in the atmosphere

Take a happy face, stick it on the Middle East There's a light switch broken And a million fingers pointing at each other For a minute's peace

Sweet talking baby Jane She's a little golden tart Looks like Cleopatra, acts like Joan Crawford Rolling on a carpet with an ice pick in her heart

chorus:

And it's all or nothing I feel like jumping Where are my wings, what's my ETA And I don't know all that is Like the place where angels live All I know is Hell is not below

See Joe Public hanging from a red-tipped noose Trapped in a bottle, drowning with a genie Waist-deep in wishes you can never use

At the last resort the geishas spread like flies It's the moody black cloud all bitchy and muddy Sticking to the ceiling like Gods on the night

Running in the river since she was only five years old Only took a second as the windows shattered Falling precious metal to suck out her soul

(repeat chorus)

(repeat chorus)