I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April's showers
And
No no, no, no no, no
No no, no, no no,
Drag ?em out your window, dragging out the dead
Singing I
We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
What the hell, we've got
Something for the rag and bone man
Over my dead body
Something
I will lay me down
In a bunker underground
I won't let
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show
I sucked the moon, I spoke too soon
And how much
I'm walking out
In a force ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for
Sit down, stand up
Sit down, stand up
Walk into the jaws
Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching
In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches
Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are
There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where