Welcome To Hell Lyrics – Black Midi

[Verse 1: Geordie Greep]
Listen!
The sweet peals of moonlight
Induced lovemaking on the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes
Avoided a strike up the night lights
So don't tell me of your troubles
Your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love, unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms
The green tables, the souvenirs
Make memories; haunting or favoured
The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry
Instilled in basic training

[Bridge: Geordie Greep]
And by standing in line
Today you accept your place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war

[Verse 2: Geordie Greep]
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters, you are the worm
The painless plainness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night

[Verse 3: Geordie Greep]
If not for you it would've been cholera, malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it son, a slap is all you need

[Bridge: Geordie Greep]
We did it all, we seen it all
And worse much worse, son
The massacres of ages
Too many to recall

[Verse 4: Geordie Greep]
Limbs rendered birds, by the speed they flew off
A souped nothingness that once was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable

[Verse 5: Geordie Greep]
Shivering fμcκ, don't stand in the street
You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for a man like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own
We don't need men like you

[Outro: Geordie Greep]
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own
We don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo hereby discharged