giving me some time and you'll make me hate, 'cos you are a person of this day,
nuild high, tear low,
have you seen the pictures of the ma**ive grave, have you ever wondered what its like to be saved?
you may not let go,
holding in his room and he's with my note, i thought he'd like the images of me on his boat,
"now smith" he said, "now you're not dead but you're going down, this song cannot be written unless I am around"
you were from an evening gone, i want more to come,
You were from an evening light, i wanna be the night,
fathers in the mirror make me feel unloved,
i'm walking round the city with my face in a glove,
the trees are gone we've all been bombed by $$$ and £££,
it's a lovely place for a slaughterhouse and children's playgrounds