Ashenspire - The Law of Asbestos lyrics
[Ashenspire - The Law of Asbestos lyrics]
Capital’s pre-eminence made matter
Nailed to the high-rise
Under the budgetary hammer
Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony?
Better that than tangled in austerity
Better ours than their children in poverty
Tide over the tampered-with
until it’s their turn
A corner cut, a penny saved
Grenfell burns again and again and again!
There’s worse than the pox
For all these houses
The scaffolding holding the bread
From their mouths as it rouses the worker
To sell themselves short
Both foundation and corner-stone
And entirely bereft of support
If I drink Tollen’s reagent
Will I finally shine inside?
And will I see myself as God sees me
If I pour it in my eyes? Pour it in my eyes
All’s silent but for the rain
Weary lungs, asthmatic brain
And tell me, is this, now, the humour of it?
Some architect’s great satire
In prefabricated shit
The rot and the damp creeping in
Every corner
A reflection of the presupposed sin
Of every presupposed hoarder
Scrounger, thief, gangrenous scab
If the game’s afoot I’ll gladly lose the leg
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers for
The simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
With full intent
Béton Brut ashenspire
Béton Brut ashenspire
Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God)
Kate Bush
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers for
The simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Done with full intent
Nailed to the high-rise
Under the budgetary hammer
Do they sleep well, wrapped in irony?
Better that than tangled in austerity
Better ours than their children in poverty
Tide over the tampered-with
until it’s their turn
A corner cut, a penny saved
Grenfell burns again and again and again!
There’s worse than the pox
For all these houses
The scaffolding holding the bread
From their mouths as it rouses the worker
To sell themselves short
Both foundation and corner-stone
And entirely bereft of support
If I drink Tollen’s reagent
Will I finally shine inside?
And will I see myself as God sees me
If I pour it in my eyes? Pour it in my eyes
All’s silent but for the rain
Weary lungs, asthmatic brain
And tell me, is this, now, the humour of it?
Some architect’s great satire
In prefabricated shit
The rot and the damp creeping in
Every corner
A reflection of the presupposed sin
Of every presupposed hoarder
Scrounger, thief, gangrenous scab
If the game’s afoot I’ll gladly lose the leg
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers for
The simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
With full intent
Béton Brut ashenspire
Béton Brut ashenspire
Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God)
Kate Bush
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the peak
Another day to grind your fingers for
The simple right to eat
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the crown
Another deep breath of asbestos
In a godforsaken town
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to the top
Another set of fucking homeless spikes
Outside another empty shop
Always three months to the gutter
Never three months to ascent
This is not a house of amateurs
This is done with full intent
Done with full intent