The Cure -
One Hundred Years It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
A story on the radio... a prayer for something better
Waiting for the death blow... fighting for freedom on the television
The death of her father pushing her white face into the mirror
Just like the old days... just like the old days...
Painting a lifeless face, just a piece of new meat in a clean room
The soldiers... all shadows and deliverance under a black flag
A hundred years of blood, over and over we die one after the other
It feels like a hundred years... A Hundred Years.
