Phrasing

Scott Walker
Pain is not alone.
P-a-i- is -o-t alone.
Pain is not a-l-o--e.
P-a-i- i-s not alone.
Neath a protein moon
in a protein sky,
running protein fields
with my protein eye.
Theres a protein song
howling through
the meat.
Driving protein bods
from my protein street.
P-a-i- i-s -o-t alone.
Pain is not a-l-o--e.
Pain is not alone.
P-a-i- i-s -o-t a-l-o--e.
From the south
the Klan sends
roses.
Lymph-lacquered nails
hover
in waifed
autumn sun
For dragging down
the back
of summer.
From the east
come killer
poses.
Khuschevs shoe
beats a black
tattoo
in the middle
of the day.
From the north
flow floats
with quivering
virgins,
fresh from frozen
catacombs.
Did ya spot
the die-cut
crosses?
Did ya?
Did ya?
Pain is not alone.
P-a-i- is not alone.
Pain i-s not a-l-o--e.
P-a-i- is -o-t alone.
.
Neath a protein moon
in a protein sky,
running protein fields
with my protein eye.
Here's to a lousy life.
Here's to a lousy life.
Here's to a lousy life.
Here's to a lousy