Sangtekster:
Leatherface Mush

I've read the books of men and women and death I've stood in bars listening to conversations About Jesus Christ and the refugee's and the Royal family

There's dark satanic mills and there's green and pleasant hills Could be riding through Lancashire with all it's Witchcraft dead industrial air You can

Wrong name wrong face wrong time wrong place Mass chant vigilante bad taste rat race We aren't the side who runs but never buys We are the ones who run

Another day another sorry state Will we never learn that there's more things in life than we can imagine We whistled to the wind and drink a lot of gin

A time when everything was evergreen evergreen and seemingly ideal Nights turning into the days and we didn't notice the change No I didn't think you

So what if they're talking Making up the excuses for the abuses they perform on you And as I live your child will be born with his brain on top it's

There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind Remembers when there was a time when we danced And we laughed spent some time drinking wine

Million little faces staring at you Put your hands in your pockets pull out a coin or two Get back to the job of the day Which is all about winning you