Parliamentary Blues

[Verse] Pray to parliaments Dark are things that they.... Dark are the things they do To make up for Making up for My misery face stoned [Chorus] Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh My misery has no face Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh My misery face is strained [Break] Sickening Scattering Slaughtered, now Not my suffering [Verse] Dark are the days they Dark are the days that they bring To make up for Making up for My baby battered brains [Chorus] Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh My battered brains Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh My, how the blood drains [Post-Chorus] Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh My baby bruised!!! Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh My baby's blue! [outro 1] [outro that slowly fades to silence]