Fall - Lay Of The Land Lyrics
LayLayLayArmageddonThis beautiful treeBoo hooGive up livingAmpleEyeThey give inOn the buses, up the stairBy the televisionPretend to learnWheres the lay of the landMy sonWheres the lay of the landMy sonWhats the lie of the landMy sonThe last briton on the streetHes in a radio fuzzHes dead and beatNo longer reflects our daft fateWell leave this cityHit a quick coach, take the town in surreyTheres no-one here but crooks and deathKerb-crawlers,of the worst orderWheres the lay of the landMy sonWhats the lie of the landMy sonEldritch houseWith green mossSound of ordinary on the wavesTiles drip from its roofHome secretary has a weird lookWheres the lay of the landMy sonWhats the lie of the landMy sonThe good book of johnSurrounds the sonSound of ordinary on the wavesItalic scribble on horizonWhen the height of culture is a bad stewSpace bores, government disorderIndian clerk, low-calorie drinkWheres the lay of the landWhere children circle in cyclesGiving jokes ad libBy bearded writersWho defected toHigher realmsAdvertising realmsWheres the lay of the landMy sonWhats the lie of the landMy son(people laughing..people fighting..people watching)Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind
