A Pack Of Lies

Fatima Mansions' Viva Dead Ponies album

Released in 1990 by Kitchenware Records

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INTRO (x4)
 
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VERSE 1
 
They  
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first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good
 
Her  
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body patched but past repair, and there her angel stood
 
She was  
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feeling quite confused now  
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that her  
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death was close at hand  
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She  
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had to face eternity,  
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so why  
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not this mumbling man  
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Got himself a wedding suit at a local warrant sale
 
It be
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longed to some old Turkish man who’d owed and gone to jail
 
He would  
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coax her mind with talk of  
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love to  
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make her body kind  
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Because  
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people hate the truth, you know, they  
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need their pack  
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of 
 
lies
 
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VERSE 2
 
Growing  
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tired of being foreign, being spat on and shortchanged
 
He de
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manded that she leave with him for the land from whence he came
 
They were  
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herded on like cattle  
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to a  
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ferry at high tide  
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This  
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unkempt, aging orphan  
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and his  
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helpless, dying bride  
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But he  
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left her at the other shore crying on the deck
 
She was  
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slumped against the rail as he had struck to free his neck
 
And the  
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customs shed was empty  
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as he  
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made his way inside  
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There were no  
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chimpanzees in uniform to  
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hear his pack  
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of 
 
lies
 
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INTERLUDE
 
Now she’s as
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cending into heaven with con
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tentment on her  
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face
 
And Holy  
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God is there to greet and batter  
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her into her  
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place
VERSE 3
 
Ah but  
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meanwhile back on Earth it seems the prodigal returned
 
They’re  
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making him the chieftain and they’ve come to him to learn
 
How the  
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neighbours in the rich land  
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made us  
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steal and kill and lie  
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And  
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when they ask who culls the weaklings  
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there he just  
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shrugs and says “Not I
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!”
 
Though sur
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rounded by diseases, I stood tall and kept my health
 
I  
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could have been important if I’d been somebody else
 
The  
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moral of this story  
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is: This  
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land’s a victim-farm  
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Don’t you  
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ever feed a beggar  
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here, he’ll  
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eat your fucking arm  
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And  
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don’t blaspheme the strong ones  
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if you  
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want to stay alive  
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Now  
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smile and give them thanks  
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when they say, “
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Here’s a pack  
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of 
 
lies!
 
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