Credo by Fish Lyrics
I watch the TV every night
I stay awake by satellite
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today
An oily shroud on a coral reef
A black cloud's hanging over me
When I hit on the remote
The programmes stay the same
Credo, credo, credo, credo
An assegai slick with sweat and blood
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog
A shallow grave hugs a highway
Beneath a bleaching sun
Chorus:
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away
(chorus)
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd
To close a crowded circle a brazier's light
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow
A mother screams and a baby cries
The memory gone before the blood has dried
A needle pricks the conscience
To help it fade away
(chorus)
The more you scream, the less you hear
Or that's how it used to be
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days
The open lips of an altar boy
A planet spins in a silent void
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days
(chorus)
I stay awake by satellite
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today
An oily shroud on a coral reef
A black cloud's hanging over me
When I hit on the remote
The programmes stay the same
Credo, credo, credo, credo
An assegai slick with sweat and blood
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog
A shallow grave hugs a highway
Beneath a bleaching sun
Chorus:
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away
(chorus)
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd
To close a crowded circle a brazier's light
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow
A mother screams and a baby cries
The memory gone before the blood has dried
A needle pricks the conscience
To help it fade away
(chorus)
The more you scream, the less you hear
Or that's how it used to be
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days
The open lips of an altar boy
A planet spins in a silent void
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days
(chorus)