Green Room Pale Paul Shapera

[Announcer, spoken]
We take you now to a small, morbid room deep in an underground bunker. His skin festering where the cables and iron tubes worm their way in and out of his reconstructed body, John O'Brien sits alone in the sickly green light, where only two mannequins with screens for heads keep him company

[Intro: Child on Mannequin's Screen]
Past the world, past the night
Past the stars where seabirds fly
Past your dreams to toil and shore
Where we will meet again once more

[Verse 1: John O'Brien]
There's rust in my bones and sins in my flesh
My skin rots, wires and iron infest
They butchered my body to make me the best
Their mad dog of war they unleash on the world
To burn and ravage, gut and hurl
In between, I sit here and think of the girl

[Chorus: John O'Brien, Mannequin Ensemble, Both]
The scent of fragrance on the wind
Is all you are and all you've been
Lullabies and dime store tales
No dreams escape the Green Room pale
No colors cloud your daydreams
Your penny dreadful memories
Your worn-through wartime serial tales
No dreams escape the Green Room pale