For The Dead (John Peel 31/8/99) - Gene
With every wind I hear you sing
"You will be fine"
With every note stuck in your throat
"This is your time" but
Everyone is just walking away from me
Am I really that nasty
All the dust and dirt affects my skin
Everyone is just turning away from me
Am I really that filthy
It's dark and cold so let me in
Oh yeah
Full of folks this land of plenty
I'm in love that still are friendly
I'v lost my will still I see some hope
Give me a rope I'll take it gladly
Find me a tree make sure it sturdy
Bye ma
It's my time to go
Yes this one's for the dead
With every wind I hear you sing
"You will be fine"
With every note stuck in your throat
"This is your your your time" but
Everyone is just walking away from me
Am I really that nasty
All the dust and dirt affects my lovely well skin
Everyone is just turning away from me
Am I is so ugly
It's dark and cold so let me in
Okay so I'm in love with this land of plenty
Full of folks that still are friendly
I'v lost my will but still I see some hope
Now give me a rope I'll take it gladly
Find me a tree make it sturdy
Bye ma
It's my time to go
Yes this one's for the dead