From the 1985 LP 'The Covenant, The Sword And The Arm Of The Lord'.
Synced to footage from The Hacienda & OGWT (live from Sheffield I think)

From tinterweb (possibly not 100% accurate?);

You burned his face
The pictures fade
You're stealing something from the sidewalk, slow
You shook his hands
Watch creases fold

Life works and cruises slow
You spot the light, he said
Hell’s home

His lips crack
Don't make a sound
You want something
You nail it down

You pick the place
It's no easy town
You take something
You take up close

You know something?
Hell’s home

Your tongue is dry
Turns to seed
It's too heavy and you can't breathe
You paid plenty
Now you're stuck on your knees
You got the fear
You got the hole
You don't like it but
Hell's home

You shook his hands
Watch creases fold
Life wear cruises slow
Life works
Life's slow
You're starting to like it but
Hell’s home

You got the fear
You gotta like it but
Hell’s home

Your pictures fade
You turn to seed
It's too heavy and you can’t breathe
You paid plenty
Now you're stuck on your knees
Life works
Life's slow
You gotta like it but
Hell's home

Your pictures fade
You turn to seed
It's too heavy and you can’t breathe
You paid plenty
Now you're stuck on your knees
Life works
Life's slow
You gotta like it but
Hell's home

Death’s slow

Death’s slow
Hell's home

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