Pink

A rising crescendo of colour and light
Chattering constant all garbled but bright
There's a tiny reminder on the poster outside
That makes me aware of the need to survive
So show me small boxes with wheels underneath
And some that are static with walls full of grief
Whilst the gills of the earth stand and watch us go by
Still pink is the world as it fits quickly by.

Cos it's pink
The world is Pink
Or so you think
The world is Pink, yes
There's just one thing that I can't understand and it's this
Why is the pink really all grey except when I'm pissed?
And why when I try to put food in my mouth do I miss?


Smelling of burning; industrialised
More gills on the hills to the left and right
The houses of glass where the owners throw stones
Live to move out into desolate holes
We're sat in the gut of the snake that is steel
Whilst the cog in it's head turns a little grey wheel
The corpse on the hoof eating peaceful and grass
Still pink is the world as it slides from my arse


And now the inertia has ceased to exist
The grotty and grey has imposed a grimed fist
That clenches around us and forms a cocoon
Made from hatred and fear of the natural womb
To puncture the bricks and mortar surround,
Our needle of motion power and sound
Will shatter the morbid dismal display
Return us to pink at the end of the day