Richard Sinclair - Little Red Robin Hood Hit the Road lyrics

In the garden of England Dead moles lie inside their holes The dead-end tunnels crumble In the rain, underfoot Innit a shame? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? Roots can't hold them Bugs console them Can't you see them? Can't you see them? Roots can't hold them Bugs console them Can't you see them? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? (repeat to fade) I fight with the handle of my little brown broom I pull out the wires of the telephone I hurt in the head, and I hurt in the aching bone Now I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf I want it, I want it, I want it, give it to me I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea I lie in the road, try to trip up the pa**ing cars Yes, me and the hedgehog, we bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun I reflect on the life of the highwayman, yum yum Now I smash up the telly and what's left of the broken phone