Lay
Lay
Armageddon
This beautiful tree
Boo hoo
Give up living
Ample
Eye
They give in
On The Buses, up the stair
By the television
Pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land
My son
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
The last Briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz
He's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city
Hit a quick coach, take the town in Surrey
There's no-one here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
Eldritch house
With green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from its roof
Home secretary has a weird look
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
The good Book of John
Surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib
By bearded writers
Who defected to
Higher realms
Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
(People laughing..people fighting..people watching)
Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind
Lay Lay Lay Armageddon This beautiful tree Boo hoo Give up living Ample Eye They give in On The Buses, up the stair By the television Pretend to learn Where's the lay of the land My son Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son The last Briton on the street He's in a radio fuzz He's dead and beat No longer reflects our daft fate We'll leave this city Hit a quick coach, take the town in Surrey There's no-one here but crooks and death Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son Eldritch house With green moss Sound of ordinary on the waves Tiles drip from its roof Home secretary has a weird look Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son The good Book of John Surrounds the son Sound of ordinary on the waves Italic scribble on horizon When the height of culture is a bad stew Space bores, government disorder Indian clerk, low-calorie drink Where's the lay of the land Where children circle in cycles Giving jokes ad lib By bearded writers Who defected to Higher realms Advertising realms Where's the lay of the land My son What's the lie of the land My son (People laughing..people fighting..people watching) Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind Explain Request ×
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