Lay Lay Lay Armageddon This beautiful tree Boo hoo Give up living Ample Eye They give in
On The Buses, up the stair By the television Pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land My son
Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son
The last Briton on the street He's in a radio fuzz He's dead and beat No longer reflects our daft fate We'll leave this city Hit a quick coach, take the town in Surrey There's no one here but crooks and death Kerb-crawlers, of the worst order
Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son
Eldritch house With green moss Sound of ordinary on the waves Tiles drip from its roof Home secretary has a weird look
Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son
The good Book of John Surrounds the son Sound of ordinary on the waves Italic scribble on horizon When the height of culture is a bad stew Space bores, government disorder Indian clerk, low-calorie drink Where's the lay of the land Where children circle in cycles Giving jokes ad lib By bearded writers Who defected to Higher realms Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son
(People laughing... people fighting... people watching)
Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
