Momus - Greyland lyrics
[Momus - Greyland lyrics]
The waves they are wavy
There's grey in my gravy
And love in the love of my heart
There's a grey land in Greyland
If only the Greyman
Could set all the rubbish apart
Don't call me a purist that makes me furious
A purist would purely be pure
Whoever put the white in white
Really did it right
But grey is the glory of here
I love thisness not thatness
And hereness not therеness
It's local not global for me
I love what I know and you can all go
To hеll if you cannot agree
Greyexit's Greyexit though traitors deny it
It is the best exit we've found
Show me another I'll call you a liar
We have the best exit around
Don't call me a racist, I'll splash your face
I don't care if you're purple or blue
But purple-blue people should go
Back to their lands
There's no place for in Greyland for you
So go, I don't care to know exactly where to
There must be some camp far away
Of concentration, extermination
Let's keep Greyland for the grey
Don't call me a quietist, you make me riotous
A quietist would surely be quiet
Whoever put the loud in loud
Really did us proud
And loud is the glory of night
The waves they are wavy
There's grey in my gravy
And hate in the hate of my heart
There's a grey land in Greyland
If only the Greyman
Could set all the rubbish apart
There's grey in my gravy
And love in the love of my heart
There's a grey land in Greyland
If only the Greyman
Could set all the rubbish apart
Don't call me a purist that makes me furious
A purist would purely be pure
Whoever put the white in white
Really did it right
But grey is the glory of here
I love thisness not thatness
And hereness not therеness
It's local not global for me
I love what I know and you can all go
To hеll if you cannot agree
Greyexit's Greyexit though traitors deny it
It is the best exit we've found
Show me another I'll call you a liar
We have the best exit around
Don't call me a racist, I'll splash your face
I don't care if you're purple or blue
But purple-blue people should go
Back to their lands
There's no place for in Greyland for you
So go, I don't care to know exactly where to
There must be some camp far away
Of concentration, extermination
Let's keep Greyland for the grey
Don't call me a quietist, you make me riotous
A quietist would surely be quiet
Whoever put the loud in loud
Really did us proud
And loud is the glory of night
The waves they are wavy
There's grey in my gravy
And hate in the hate of my heart
There's a grey land in Greyland
If only the Greyman
Could set all the rubbish apart