I wrapped you…

…inside my coat

When they came to firebomb the house

I didn’t feel pain, ’cause no-one can touch me

Now that I’m held in your spell

A beautiful girl

A beautiful girl

Can turn your world into dust

Sell me a car that goes

Sell me a house that stands

I never cared before, I never cared before

I never cared before, before, before, before

A beautiful girl

A beautiful girl

Can turn your world into dust

A beautiful girl

A beautiful girl

Can turn your world into dust

I stood in front of her face

When the first bullet was shot

cry baby cry

the duchess of kircaldy always smiling

and arriving late for tea

the duke was having problems

with a message at the local bird and bee.

cry baby cry

make your mother sigh

she’s old enough to know better

so cry baby cry.

she said:

what is history?

and he said: history is an angel

being blown backwards into the future

he said: history is a pile of debris

and the angel wants to go back and fix things

to repair the things that have been broken

but there is a storm blowing from paradise

and the storm keeps blowing the angel

backwards into the future.

and this storm, this storm

is called

progress

by la

build

build us a house where we can stay

add a new bit everyday

it’s build a road for us to cross

build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

work

No matter what I did it never seemed enough

He said I was lazy, I said I was young

He said, “How many songs did you write?”

I’d written zero, I’d lied and said, “Ten.”

“You won’t be young forever

You should have written fifteen”

It’s work, the most important thing is work

It’s work, the most important thing is work

breathe on

’cause we need to,

recognize mistakes,

for time and again.

[…]

so breathe on, little sister, breathe on,

oh, so breathe on, little sister, like a fool

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