DESCRIPTION:
Fashionable Living Death 'The World Goes Screaming By' album Track 7

TORSO

Light a candle for me
On the alter of life
As the candle melts
As the wax drips
I may fall, fall and stumble
On and off each pathway
Be it right or wrong
I will stumble on

Stumble on, grumble on, fumble on
Stumble on, grumble on, fumble on

Walking on and on and on and on
A gun in my hand
Nowhere to go
Plastic bags follow me around
Headless bodies do their dance
My eyes staring in a trance
Hey Torso! Do you wanna dance?

Fumbling round gravestones
By the dark of the moon
Feeling that the dead
Will rise soon
Breathing buildings guide me on
Words are carved right in the stone
Naked there the body lies
It's the living I despise

Stumble on, grumble on, fumble on
Stumble on, grumble on, fumble on