xtc – pulsing pulsing lyrics

pulsing pulsing,
there’s a beat in his arm still.
pulsing pulsing,
like the throb of an anthill.
pulsing pulsing,
no death in the rain.
i’ve been washing my hands,
in the stuff i wash my brains.

i’m pulsing.
you’re pulsing.
who’s pulsing?.
what’s pulsing?.

pulsing pulsing,
there’s a lump in his throat still.
pulsing pulsing,
at the site of a crash throw.
pulsing pulsing,
no push in the vein.
i’ve been washing my hands,
in the stuff i wash my brains.

- xtc lyrics