Legendary Pink Dots

Pick a straw, or spin the bottle. Spin the barrel. Draw. You're quicker
From the hip. And the trigger never sticks. But will you take it
Further? Taste the metal, squeeze again, complete the bargain. Hold my
Hand, as cities burn away. And children turn to ash in charcoal
Gardens... will you pardon my concern? I think I'll catch the bullet in
My teeth, join the circus with the freaks. The bearded ladies, the
Babies with a dozen heads, the jelly legs and the green albinos.
They're queuing at the door. So many more to choose from since the
World went up in flames. Forget the names, we're only faces in the
Fire...