We're the orchestra to your board
And we beg for the scraps from your table
All we want is to be like you
Music to play your room
Pump pumping sounds through the speakers below
Hello
I've tried so hard to keep still
They will chew you up
They will spit out your bones
Standing in the shadows at the end of the bed
I never said anything
I live a wallpaper life of playing guitar in a band
It seems so volatile
Oh me, oh my
He was a good man
And he said he was the best
They said that even life spat in his face
He put everything back in it's right place
A conflict of interest you might say
Are you trying to bribe me?
It is curse for my sins
We are plants, happy plants
Super human builders day
See
You should put a man in the silver
I leave you for bitch of proper and go green
Loved to death like eight mail maids
With a grin like roadkill
Fine, let's stay
Everything is alive
There is nothing but blue skies from now on
No ghosts, no skeletons
A man hovers in the dust, dust, dust
Thank you very much, thank you
Everybody drive home safe and carefully tonight
And we'll see you in our lounge in a few weeks' time
Goodnight, God bless!
