Animal Day

There are thousands dance to the atrocity of the wartime blues
He thinks it's a shit dance but he likes the war and romance
Animal day, send me to war. Me and the boxer
Animal day, send me to war, then make a charity
He has a thing about pretty things and the machines of history
He lives in a little black box in the midst of obscurity
All the censored things, the terminal disease
The filth and obscenity, running the charities
And all the pretty things feeding our memory