Lyrics |
| I
Cry |
i never
speak to jesus
i’m scared of all that stuff
and if you told me ‘praise the lord’
i know i’d only blush
but one thing that i’d ask him if he does exist
is why
when i hear “all things bright and beautiful”
i cry
i don’t like being english
so middle class, so white
jumble sales and caravans
and teeth too shy to smile
but take a sunday bandstand pressed against a grey/blue
sky
and old men murdering the floral dance, i cry
i’m a good person at least i try to be
if i say you beaten up i wouldn’t let you bleed
and i hold my family closer as we’re watching
the tv
and we watch tens of thousands struggling and suffering
under an army who are struggling and suffering all in
my name
and they tell me that’s the price they have to
pay to be set free
and that’s a lie, so tell my why
all i ever seem to do is cry
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