New Model Army – No Rest / Heroin

© 1985 PLG/WMB Records
Tracklist:
01.No Rest 00:00
02.Heroin 05:23
Lyrics:
"No Rest"
Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep
Turning over, turning 'round, twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?

Is it that we wanted more than you gave?
Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave?
Humility - is that what you want?
Why did you make us then the way you did?
Yes we have pride - is this our sin?
Is it the times that we've been out fighting?
Well I'll tell you all those times - we never really hurt anybody
Or is it that we were eating
While other people were starving?
Is this our crime?

Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep...

Is it the times we laughed about it all
Through all those whisky nights so far away?


"Heroin (12" Mix)"

He said - come on now little darling, if you love me like you say
You can just lie there and sniff the smoke, you don't have to use your vein
And you knew all the stories, but this sweet boy would never do you harm
You remember very clearly the blood with which you signed
Because the night gave you virginity was the night it took your mind
They said that you were pretty then
In the mirror now you see this worn and greasy slut

We only get one crack at this, we only get the once
Just four score years and ten, old friend
And yours are bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins

So now here come your customers knocking on your door
With the faces of stupid children who think they are something more
You believed the lies that brought you here
So now you pass the same lies like disease
And where are all your family to lock that waiting door?
And where are all your good friends to slap your stupid face
Instead you've got your little club who'll protect you, sure...
Like they'll slit your throat for a couple of quid

We only get one crack at this...
No matter how you kid yourself, well, you still know the truth
Just one sweet life that's it, old friend
And yours is bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins

And your little son just two years old, comes crawling across the floor
Past the red eviction notice that lies unopened by the door
But they all live so far away and here... it's all OK...
Stinking... pathetic... filthy...