We came here to ask if you’d stop selling them My body is broken and bruised My body is broken and bruised We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them We've been press ganged and hurriedly held We've been forgotten quicker than felled
And you're taken aback by the length of the list you've been thrown on The tailback of timorous souls who've been dropped on the grey road from branches The leaves that fall louder than backfire all orage and Hallowe'en red On a beautiful road
We came here to ask if you’d stop selling them My calibre craters in skin From the trouble I've found myself in We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them In the god-fearing home of the brave as I crawl out the pram to the grave
And you're taken aback by the length of the list you've been thrown on The tailback of timorous souls who've been dropped on the grey road from branches The leaves that fall louder than backfire all orage and Hallowe'en red On a beautiful road
It harks back to tree bursts in snow It harks back to tree bursts in snow It harks back to tree bursts in snow It harks back to tree bursts in snow
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And you're taken aback by the length of the list you've been thrown on The tailback of timorous souls who've been dropped on the grey road from branches The leaves that fall louder than backfire all orage and Hallowe'en red On a beautiful roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
