Happy House - Siouxsie & The Banshees

Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes spring fireflies Breathing life into a roaring disguise Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe Punches through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the water Snuffing out the magic fury Then from inside bolt lightning cries Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar The killing jar

Monitor outside For the people inside A prevention of crime A passing of time They come and they go It's a passing of time They come and they go Whilst we sit in our homes Sit back and enjoy The real McCoy Our new air of authority Our sentinel of misery His face was full of intent And we shook with excitement Then the victim stared up Looked strangely at the screen As if her pain was our fault But that's entertainment What we crave for inside No more second rate movies From those people outside Monitor outside For the people inside A prevention of crime A passing of time A monitor outside A monitor outside They come and they go It's a passing of time They come and they go Whilst we sit in our homes Sit back, sit back, sit back Sit back and enjoy The real McCoy Our new air of authority Our sentinel of misery Monitor outside His face was full of intent And we shook with excitement Then the victim stared up Looked strangely at the screen As if her pain was our fault But that's entertainment What we crave for inside No more second rate movies From those people outside

On to Israel On to Israel Little orphans in the snow With nowhere to call a home Start their singing, singing Waiting through the summertime To thaw your hearts in wintertime That's why they're singing, singing Waiting for a sign To turn blood into wine The sweet taste in your mouth Turned bitter in its glass Israel, in Israel Israel, in Israel Shattered fragments of the past Meet in veins on the stained-glass Like the lifeline in your palm Red and green reflects the scene Of a long forgotten dream There were princes and there were kings Now hidden in disguise Cheap wrappings of lies Keep your heart alive With a song from inside Even though we're all alone We are never on our own When we're singing, singing Home, home! On to Israel On to Israel On to Israel There's a man who's looking in And he smiles a toothless grin Because he's singing, singing See some people shine with glee But their song is jealousy Their hate is clanging, maddening In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel? In Israel, in Israel Israel, in Israel In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel? On to Israel On to Israel On to Israel