Siouxsie and the Banshees — Pulled to Bits

Tongues are clacking words of one vision One tiny incision and teeth are cracking On thin air, on thin air And teeth are cracking on thin air Pulled to bits in silence Left rotting on the ground Slowly pulled to bits in silence Without a sound, without a sound Buildings bleached with shatter-shatter-clatter Fill their senses with cement Watch the people scatter One by one, one by one Pulled to bits--in silence Left rotting on the ground Slowly pulled to bits in silence Without a sound, without a sound Young lungs snapping coming up for air The mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare One by one, one by one Oh one by one without a fucking care Pulled to bits in silence Left rotting on the ground Slowly pull to bits in silence Without a sound, without a fucking sound Pulled to bits, yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack Pulled to bits, shatter-shatter-shatter-clatter Pulled to bits, yap-yap-yap-yapping Pulled to bits without a sound