Tilly and the Wall - Blood Flower

卜超 制作

The scent of flowers in the crowded street

A lonely bell singing for passing feet

“You may not come in here

(You may not come in here)

Sweaty time, dirty time to stand

Watch out mouth, hard argument

You may not come in here

(You may not come in here)”

Hey, fold your flag out a steer(?) (fold your flag)

Hoist it up high to make it real (hoist it high)

A canvas bag to fit it all (a canvas bag)

Hands suspended all, needs to bend and crawl

Well, whose land are you standing on?

Lines, lines, lines

Poor man’s ice cream

Poor man’s ice cream

And this is so, so, so real

You can see that, shining in the gutter

It’s right over there

(no, it’s not over here)

Then which way are you supposed to fear?

A full set of broken teeth to bear

It’s right over there

(no, it’s not over here)

They built a wall out of bricks (built a wall)

Made it real long, made sure everyone could see it (made it real long)

A message write and this (a message write)

“This is not your home

You do not belong here”

Well, whose land are you standing on?

They’re na-na-na-na-knocking on your door

Well, whose land are you standing on?

They’re na-na-na-na-knocking on your store

What were you dreaming of?

Yeah, what were you dreaming of?

Poor man’s ice cream

Poor man’s ice cream

What do you want from us?

Yeah, what do you want from us?

Poor man’s ice cream

Poor man’s ice cream

What were you dreaming of?

Yeah, what were you dreaming of?

Poor man’s ice cream

Poor man’s ice cream