Had To Swerve
Living underneath a dome
I'm blind, running fifty feet up
I'm back on the heavy stuff
But my friends are cracking up
A paler thief and me
Hanging from a tree
Flyers floating through the streets
Ripped up and scattered like ashes on a bus seat
There's going to be a vote
Does your father hear himself?
"There's a war on!"
"There's a war on!"
You must be joking
The turmoil of it all
They took her head off clean
And they sold it on a stall
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She was a bride to be
She was found three feet
Deep in seeping earth
I'm sprawled on the curb
Like a fox that got hit by a truck
I'm talking to the rats
Whilst they're licking up my blood
Kick me off the road
My, it's a long shot
I know you're on your way
To a dogging spot
I'm living in a ballot box
Does your father hear himself?
There's a war on
There's a war on