Anna died in the '80s In a one room flat on a dead end street Another mark in the spaces Where the bones and the spirit and the numbers meet She was 3 years old when they built them 9 feet tall and an iron crown Her brother's friend laid the foundations 'Cause there's nothing like money keeps a poor boy down Her daddy flew in 1940 Didn't remember his voice at all But she recalled all kinds of trouble If she played in the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls
She talked about when the kid from 15 Climbed to get a look at the other side She heard the snap of his ankle And all he got to see was brick and sky When he grew up he worked the night shift Patching up the drunks from the music halls He raised his kids in Plowman Tower Built from the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls
Hoist the clay upon their shoulder The sweat of every working man Raised a wall they can't get over Not like blood or money can
They took them down in the '50s Brick by brick 'til the road was clear All the kids who walked to school Said it's a whole lot quicker to get out of here At 6 o'clock in the morning There's a song from the wheels of the passing cars To every ghost treads the tarmac Trying to make it on but they never get far
Where there's a line at the food bank Where they're handing soup to the boys on the floor Where sleeping bags are blocking doorways You'll see the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls
Where there's a line at the food bank Where they're handing soup to the boys on the floor Where sleeping bags are blocking doorways You'll see the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls You'll see the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls Look for the shadow of the Cutteslowe WallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
