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All the gold and the guns in the world couldn't get you off

Song of the day;;




I'm gonna paste you up
Cover you in wallpaper
Screw shelves into you
And call you a wall


That's all you are to me

Trying to keep people inside
Inside your sordid little house
This is no white abode


You can have skirting board shoes

And plug sockets on your knees
I'll hang a painting on your lip
And put tinsel around it at Christmas


Trying to keep people inside

Inside your sordid little house
Trying to keep people inside
Inside your sordid little house


You can't keep us inside much longer pal

We've seen the view from the window
You can't keep us inside much longer pal
We've seen the view from the window


It's glorious outside

Have you seen the time?
Have you seen the tide?


We'll sing all night

We need cohesion
We need cohesion


As time keeps moving

We keep losing our rights
Freedom is not the choices
Between what job and what car


You can just look back into history

To find corruption and mystery
And if we don't take note
We'll wake up on the same boat


Trying to keep people inside

Inside your sordid little house
Trying to keep people inside
Inside your sordid little house


It's glorious outside

Have you seen the time?
Have you seen the tide?


We'll sing all night

We need cohesion
We need cohesion


Have you seen the time?

Have you seen the tide?


Grit your teeth then break the glass

Now sprint and don't look back
Full pelt into the dense forest and ask him


What's your thoughts on lionizing?

What's your thoughts on tensions rising?
Deep in the dense forest


Trying to keep people inside

Inside your sordid little house
Trying to keep people inside
Inside your sordid little house


Trying to keep people inside

Inside your sordid little house
Trying to keep people inside
Inside your sordid little house
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