Paroles de Flytipping
We'll play on the roadFlytipping careful as you go
And we'll watch as the lorries
Transport their precious loads
With a bag in our hands
Flytipping me and my patient man
Just by the hard shoulder
There's few who understand
What is mine and what is yours?
Do we own these things?
What has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road, of course
What is yours and what is ours?
Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words?
Flytipping on the road with her
And I'll take you to the fortress
As the paper drips bllod for me, slow
Under the trees
Two hunters looking for ivory
Discard their possessions
Cast them to the breeze
'Cause the worms in the ground What is mine and what is yours?
Do we own these things?
What has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road, of course
Shiny things that shine for us
Should we shawl ourselves with all this pretty stuff?
Flytipping feels like just enough
And I'll take you to the fortress
By the nettles by the roundabouts
And I'll pick you wild roses
In the tunnels by the underpass
Just by the hard shoulder
There's few who understand
What is mine and what is yours?
Do we own these things?
What has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road, of course
What is yours and what is ours?
Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words?
Flytipping on the road with her
And I'll take you to the fortress
As the paper drips bllod for me, slow
Under the trees
Two hunters looking for ivory
Discard their possessions
Cast them to the breeze
'Cause the worms in the ground What is mine and what is yours?
Do we own these things?
What has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road, of course
Shiny things that shine for us
Should we shawl ourselves with all this pretty stuff?
Flytipping feels like just enough
And I'll take you to the fortress
By the nettles by the roundabouts
And I'll pick you wild roses
In the tunnels by the underpass
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