Letra de Flytipping
We play on the road Flytipping careful as you go And we'll watch as the lorries Transport their precious loadsWith a bag in our hands Flytipping me and my patient man Just by the hard shoulder There's fuel understandWhat is mine? And what is yours? Do we own these things? What has it all been for? Flytipping on the road of courseWhat is yours and what is ours? Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words? Flytipping on the road with her And i'll take you to the verges As the paper drifts like falling snowUnder the trees Two hunters looking for ivory Discard their possessions Cast them to the breeze'Cause the worms in the ground And the crows as they circle round Don't need these things to cling to The road's their playgroundWhat is mine? And what is yours? Do we own these things? What has it all been for? Flytipping on the road of course Shiny things that turn into rust Do we fool ourselves with all this pretty stuff? Flytipping feels like just enoughAnd i'll take you to the verges By the nettles by the roundabouts And I'll pick you wild roses Then the tunnels by the underpass