Tears On My Pillowcase

By Taskforce

On Fugs R Us

Released on 2003

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[Verse 1, Chester P]

War clouds gather, storm of the vultures

Splash through the gutters in a dirty pair of trainers

Night breeds hunters, packs of hyenas

Crowd 'round London like rats in the sewers

Wolf fang's glisten, plague of the demons

Dark in the streets, while the whole worlds sleepin’

Dinosaur footprints, dawn of the caveman

Walk barefoot on this bloodstained pavement

Spawn of the reaper

Birth of Omega

Nail to a cross in the realms of a traitor

Trails of a blazer, tracks of a Sasquatch

Shook on the streets like police with no backup

The Thirteenth apostle, staircase mongrels

Heat up the scene like an active volcano

Ironblade villains

Both eyes crimson. Burn from within, in the flames of my wisdom

Dance of a pagan, chains of a victim

Move through the heath like a fox and its vixen

Voice of addiction

Shadow of a nightmare

Harrowing darkness overpowers lightyears

Heroines and heroes. Christ child chemistry- love on these streets is like life in a cemetery

Born in a bloodbath after my therapist, trapped in my cell awaiting experiments

David & Goliath

The mouse and the Elephant

The dwarf and the giants

The world and its elements

Darkness and light: the two are in everything

The pain scars deep, I need some more sedatives


[Chorus, Farma G]

There's tears on my pillowcase

Raging a red cloud

Wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit

Son of a dead clone

Lost in the candlelight

Sit by my side

And then blow out the smoke cloud

There's tears on my pillowcase

Raging a red cloud

Wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit

Son of a dead clone

Lost in the candlelight

Sit by my side

And then blow out the smoke cloud


[Verse 2, Farma G]

Holy storm crows and Morse code

The Unknown

Death walks the main road

It's the slow way home

Lost souls who reached out and faced evil

Forcefields and broken church steeples

Faithless in the depths of a devil's darkness

Pray your harness the light and grasp it

Take charge of the magic carpet

Fake gods shouldn't challenge a starkid

I'm aching for Armageddon

And break the chains of a modern caveman

Head locked in an iron mask, stunting my growth

My face covered in a broken glass

Halve my chances and starve until my bones show

And then threw myself through a window

Brain showered in a glimmer of hope here

The General of Souls gone clear

More tears on my pillowcase

It's all too much

Wipe the tears from my face and look up to find God


[Chorus, Farma G]

There's tears on my pillowcase

Raging a red cloud

Wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit

Son of a dead clone

Lost in the candlelight

Sit by my side

And then blow out the smoke cloud

There's tears on my pillowcase

Raging a red cloud

Wearing a nightgown forged by a counterfeit

Son of a dead clone

Lost in the candlelight

Sit by my side

And then blow out the smoke cloud


[Outro, scratched]

("As I roam in the street

My mind flows slow when I dream

Hidden in the dark of the shadows"

"I walk silent and talk science

My whole world's overcast, so I live in the dark"

"I'm a deep cat

I tend to observe more than I speak"

"Knowledge that we drop..."

"Heavy on the eyelid"

"Out there"

"The city's sick like disease and it can't be cured"

"But, of course, life's harsh"

"Life's harsh"

"But, of course, life's harsh"

"Life's harsh")