The Fall - Lay Of The Land lyrics
[The Fall - Lay Of The Land lyrics]
Lay, lay, lay armageddon
This beautiful tree boo hoo
Give up living ample
Eye they give in
On the buses up the stair
By the television pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land my son
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
The last Briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz he's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city hit a quick coach
Take the town in Surrey
There's no-one here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers of the worst order
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
Eldritch house with green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from it's roof
Home secretary has a weird look
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
The good Book of John surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib by bearded writers
Who defected to higher realms
Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
(People laughing people fighting
People watching)
Between the ticker and the mind
Lies an air-block of wind
This beautiful tree boo hoo
Give up living ample
Eye they give in
On the buses up the stair
By the television pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land my son
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
The last Briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz he's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city hit a quick coach
Take the town in Surrey
There's no-one here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers of the worst order
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
Eldritch house with green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from it's roof
Home secretary has a weird look
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
The good Book of John surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib by bearded writers
Who defected to higher realms
Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land my son
What's the lie of the land my son
(People laughing people fighting
People watching)
Between the ticker and the mind
Lies an air-block of wind