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Broken Man

from Pale Horse by Harry Houston

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lyrics

Out alone again on Friday night,
buried by fluorescent Sheffield lights.
Amidst a blur of rumbling crowds and spit,
I crawl West Street and try to find a fix.

Now is the hour to claim glory and power,
now is the time to forget.
Mine is the tempest and yours are the spoils
in this war to transcend or forget.

Super Stan is crying in the dirt.
Steroid boy searches for cats to hurt.
Baphomet makes Joan of Arc his bride
and pumps her up until her skin is tight.

Bring down the curtain and shatter the sky,
stone me and sweep me aside.
Bring me a burden and sell me a bride,
for I can’t hold this venom inside.

Come see the Broken Man.
Try to numb the pain.
See me, feel me,
love me and steal me.
Fool me and fill me with soul;
then come back and take it all.

Offal explodes beneath sooty feet.
Potholes fill with beards and stolen meat.
I collapse into a dusty dive
and drink until I’m drunk enough to drive.

Forget the homeless, remember the fools.
Suffer the poets and surrender to tools.
Mine is the grail of sabotaged thoughts and
yours is the kingdom you’ve loaned.

My thoughts are drowned by thumping drum and bass.
Some are high and others snorting mace.
Hipster fiends force-feed young minstrel queens,
with taped-back faces wrapped in skinny jeans.

Hard-bodied bores lick the brown, sticky floor
and all immolate into yawns.
My world starts to cave, it’s just so damned depraved
and I must find a way out this place.

Come see the Broken Man.
Try to numb the pain.
Poke me, peel me,
judge me and steal me,
make your Midas, reversed
and drop me off home in a hearse.

Insult me and beat me, defeat and mistreat me,
make me dependent on you.
I can’t get enough of your abuse.
So, come steal some more of my youth.
Tell me about your great truth
and fuck me until I’m no use.

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from Pale Horse, released October 10, 2016

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Harry Houston London, UK

Harry Houston produces experimental rock exploring existence, mental illness and human nature.

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