The Hideous Whisper

Steve Kilbey / Martin Kennedy

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Lyrics (unofficial)

When your father's door closes
While you are on the path
And you stumble along
In the dirt and the grime
And you walk through a forest where you come to a stream
And you take off your clothes and you leave them behind
And your head is filled up with high times and revenge
And the spur of nobility
In the flank of the poor
And the cantankerous priests
At the temples of misery
The hideous whisper that comes out of the dark
And everything's wrong in the words of the world
And the heaven they promised you is made of blue tin
And the feeling you get in the face of the poor
And the hole in the floor is draining us down
And the rent in the sky is pulling us up
And the moon is so cold like the sun is so hot
And the leaves all come down and let winter approach
And winter rides up on a grim steed indeed
First the snow, then the ice
Then the blind seed