The Golden Age of Bloodshed

[Verse 1]
The signs in the sky won't let up
The clouds assume the shape
Of Catholic girls with uzis
All of them on the make
All of them out to make a million
By the time they hit thirteen
And it's all in the colour of the old sun setting
This brand new age of blood-letting
And it's all in the eyes of me

[Verse 2]
I'm suspicious of my wife
I suspect she left long ago
I recall my finger on the button of the ejector seat
But I can't recall letting her go
The electric Christ has canonised her
She's surrounded by a chemical glow
It has to be said
It's today's edition of the book of the dead
It has to be said

[Chorus]
In this worst of all possible worlds
On this planet of perpetual sorrows
I found the best of all possible girls
She's as pure and white and bright as tomorrow

[Verse 3]
My life plays like Grand Guignol
Blood and portents everywhere
They say they can't remove these signs from my eyes
But I suspect that they just don't care
I've got a harsh new brand of aftershave
That gives you that thousand-yard stare
Why can't you get it through your head?
Now is the golden age of bloodshed
It needs to be said

[Chorus]
In this worst of all possible worlds
On this planet of perpetual sorrows
I found the best of all possible girls
She's pure and white and bright as tomorrow