The Fall - Stephen Song lyrics
[The Fall - Stephen Song lyrics]
It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for
I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me he has nothing
He is not me his vendetta parchment
Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
Our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and
Wide leaved foliage
I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with The Face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
It is headless worth $5 in London
And cursed anon our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh it was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze and it was class
And no no man's land ever had this?
Their follies are strong liberation
It was a song, the song we were looking for
I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me he has nothing
He is not me his vendetta parchment
Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
Our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and
Wide leaved foliage
I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with The Face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
It is headless worth $5 in London
And cursed anon our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh it was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze and it was class
And no no man's land ever had this?
Their follies are strong liberation