The sort of people the public despise
Are living in secret next to the skies
On The Roofs Lyrics – Dancing Did
On The Roofs Lyrics by Dancing Did
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The sort of people the public despise
Are living in secret next to the skies
The the the the
Rhythm rhythm rhythm rhytm
Death throes in the hedgerows, bones beneath the grass
Flesh and fur and gravel mix as giant cars crush past
A quiet darkened, quite still, no enquiries, headmaster’s study
Suffocating oak panels, smothering in soft shiny beeswax
The maiden lies twixt silken sheets, in her comfy bed
But around her cosy bedchamber, all kinds of nasty obstacles are shed
I’m the charnel boy
Bone inspector
Below the haze of a sun-drenched spire
Of a ruined abbey’s remaining tower
Pike eat pike, pike eat pike
Pike eat pike, pike eat pike
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