The old wall
The old wall
The old walls
The old walls and the silence in me
The way you scream, and you bawl at whatever you did
It's never pleasant to show
But always pleasant in the chapters you flick through
And get through, there's one and there's two
The orange fences blind me
The whirr of the cars and the rhythm of the street
The rain is always on show
It's ever-present as the skyline wants to choke
All this hope, it's lost, let's not joke
Wants to soak
All this hope, it's lost, let's not joke
I bought some flowers, you see?
I placed 'em on the table and got down on one knee
But what you want, you don't get
It's probably better if we never hold this reef of much grief
And lead the street march from deceit
Hold this reef of our grief
And lead the street march from belief
The reef of grief, the reef of grief
The reef of grief, street march deceit
The reef of grief, the reef of grief
The reef of grief, street march deceit
Deceit
I got it canned near the Ibis Hotel
Up the road from the ruins of the Roman cartel
Sun beat down, I tried to match it
Ya match don't light then try and scratch it
Sun beat down, I tried to match it
Ya match don't light then try and scratch it
Scratch it up left, mess it up right
Do the fucking fox-trot, anything ya like
Anything you like, anything you like
Anything you like, anything you like
The reef of grief, the reef of grief
The reef of grief, street march deceit
The reef of grief, the reef of grief
The reef of grief, street march deceit
Deceit
Deceit
Deceit
Robbin' bastard