The Man with X-Ray Eyes - Bauhaus

Shoes that no man would want to wear

Slice of life that’s night’s last cold stare

Red fist curled 'round the house

Wash away, boy, Shelly’s shoes

Wash

Chocolate power is so crisp

Atomic open house is really here

And we have gone so desperate

Your power knows no bounds

And heavier with time are our shoes

That no man would want to wear

New tread wipes a wet road so dry

(It stings)

Into the borrowed course

Under the dreadful birds

Under the singing soil and all those guilty clouds

I have seen too much, wipe away my eyes too much

Wipe away my eyes, too much

Wipe away my eyes, too much

Wipe away my eyes, too much

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

Wipe away my eyes

My eyes, eyes, eyes