Siouxsie And The Banshees - Regal Zone - Текст песни

Coronets rest on a death's head mask

No-one is safe while the curfew lasts

But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam

While helmets of blood fill the screen


They look away

and then they say:

"For the good of the land

for the love of the man"

Standing alone sitting alone

on the throne of the regal zone


Old limbs hang in the torture room

While old kings hang in the portrait room

Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance

of the squirming body on the marble plate


They look away

and then they say:

"For the good of the land

for the love of the man"

Standing alone sitting alone

on the throne of the regal zone