Lyrics
It's enough to read
magazines
In a snow covered room
Motionless inside the house
Where the air sticks to your throat
And the temperatures below
Can't you see they don't like us they don't like us
Meant to be it's not for us
Crushing teeth can't you tell us it's not for us
The bag was full
Of needles
Roasted before on the street
He'll collapse again
I'll sweep the floor
And tick through the day
Snuffing mildew and decay
Can't you see they don't like us they don't like us
Meant to be it's not for us
Crushing teeth can't you tell us it's not for us
ROSALIND RASKIN
Songtrust Ave